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.