with distant shoutings as I watched your face in light from the flames we stood back away from the heat behind the barricades as the flashing lights and flashlights and the fire reflected in your eyes and smoke and fog enveloped us from time to time with the distant shoutings of officers and firefighters and rush of water through hoses at our feet, the crackles faded and the dawn broke catching us entwined asleep on the lawn across the street

1981