The City Burns On

gleaming glass

spears the clouds

stretches for white-hot

sky.

 

black-burning asphalt

fragments of scent

lychee and dragon eyes curl, coil

melt in mouths.

 

hope

and car exhaust

hang heavy over

a sea of people moving as one.

 

sun burns out

city burns on

sea never slowing

never sleeping.

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

Very nice creative write Katherine...
good use of alliteration and imagery
passionate and heartfelt with a tinge of hope.....and hope is always a good thing
allen