Fire

by Pam Newham

On a december afternoon
flames race up the mountain
chased by the wind.
Hovering,
a water-laden helicopter
lets go of its load.
On the ground sirens wail.

They call it working on fire.

Hours later the teams have gone
and I sit in the night-quiet
watching the left-over fairy lights.
Working on ‘Fire’.

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