Thursday, September 10, 2009

Fire Alarm


Certainly we had been up all night

filling our mouths with bread and cheese and cinnamon,

gargling with the stars.

And certainly we had made sure the stove was off,

the pilot light burning low

like a moon on the horizon.

But when our fingers touched

the fire alarm began to ring,

sprinklers sent the whole pajamed house

stumbling out to the sidewalk.

They stared incredulous at our

wild wakeful eyes.




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