Poetry About Firefighters

The alarm divides the night into before and after. Boots strike the floor while the whole station wakes. Inside the smoke, a gloved hand searches for another. Names are shouted where walls have lost their shape. Water rises silver against the orange roof. At dawn, soot marks every face that brought someone home.

Boots strike the floor while the whole station wakes. Bravery is practiced long before the flame appears. Names are shouted where walls have lost their shape. Even firefighters keeps more than one meaning in view. Rescue begins with trust moving through smoke.

The alarm divides the night into before and after. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Inside the smoke, a gloved hand searches for another. Water rises silver against the orange roof. Rescue begins with trust moving through smoke. At dawn, soot marks every face that brought someone home.