This is a burning city.
Spires stretch for the sky,
gilded and ornate,
bells clanging to call in crowds,
boasting the architecture of "forever":
The people must be saved!
The steeples reach for an uncertain resurrection
as the floorboards dissipate into ash.
The city is consumed.
Evading the reek of charring flesh,
small secret spaces -
pockets of greenery hidden among
dusty carriage houses,
proudly molding mansions,
and crooked row houses -
quietly collect water:
Bloom, wither,
and bloom again.
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