bushfire...
fire fingers
burning heart
lashing slashing
life apart...
hot and fuming
fire ball
crashing smashing
roaring wall...
people panic
smoke filled day
turning burning
gum trees sway...
roulette shooting
hit and miss
heaving leaving
hurling hiss...
wicked weather
burning breath
gushing rushing
cinder death...
Joy Weare,
10th February, 2009.
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