black_chucks

Over The Bridge.

I can hear her bells ring out
chasing down city streets
like deep lightning; flashes of light
embracing alley ways and sidewalks.
Embers run together in the stiff, cold night,
and her bells stop.
See, we've started again, and this time,
we're racing the sound,
through hallways and across cracked flooring,
sad and distressed by the panic that winter brings.
Everything's dying, and the stark fires offer
Only so much heat.