old embers flit along the line of clouds,
like fingers strum horizon’s humming haze,
a distant note reverberates, on fire
and striking rain-soaked sky like lit up gasoline.
Grey echoes buzz, the mountains shake
are dancing through the flame
are casting shadows creaking like a closing door:
the hinges on a rusty autumn day
thrown into darkness thick as smoke
the last notes ringing in the night.