part I
pale ash whispers through oxygen deprived Air
like dandelion seeds released in warm wind.
cracks and pops emit Vibrational prowess
as damp wood turns smolder –
there once was a bridge.
part II
taking fury to such great heights
gently massages ego’s crowned face.
while exposed nerves flowingly linger
as Fiery Furnaces regurgitate mistakes.
part III
and so –
this bridge’s truss and beams and deck
compassionately welcome its fiery collapse.
