On Fire

These are empty schemes
Skies awash with promises
Lies from leather tongues,

I keep an eye out
For rainclouds and changing tides
Trollies in canals,

Strangers sit amused
Hairy sneers and deja vu
The future on fire.

Poetry.net

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