We woke to screeching

It was 2:30am

More squealing tires. Even

What these sounds?

Our bedroom window

Intersection where

Some car had flown

Over the barrier

Was now

On fire in the

Appeared neighbors

In their pajamas

Cameras and smoke

What

Flames

Moments

Jumped out

Soon all was

Four teenaged boys

An elderly

Up in the early

A retired reporter

Scene, the fire

Drunk, didn’t seem so

Just sixteen

Ok, scared

What am I

Tell my parents?

The next day all

Street was small

Ashes, oh and

Parts strewn near

Misted lightly

Oil slick

Rainbow

 

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