Fire

late afternoon tinged with orange
flames licking the sky, belching
black clouds towards the heavens
we watch with fear as cars funnel
from canyons onto city streets
their trunks stuffed with suitcases,
picture albums and dogs panting
in the heat, if they are lucky.
streams of blood red retardant
drop from firebomber planes
as so many tears flood down
the faces we see in cars streaked with
smoke entering our city
until we become bored with the
repetition and return to our tall
margaritas dripping in the heat.