I’m sorry Connie and Bill

I watched the sun set over a burning building

While I sat on a hill next to a nest of yellow jackets Buzzing around

Like the firemen trying to put the house out.

The home owner walked down the street

Maybe a mile

Maybe trying to forget the heat

His wife had a stroke

She was in a chair and on oxygen

She had a sister and brother who lived there too

He broke his leg jumping out the second story window to safety

And she lost a service dog

Across the road is a gas station

it’s owned by a first generation immigrant

He eagerly gave them water and food and $100 from his register

I saw hundreds of eyes that day

I only saw 8 with tears

A Distinct and acknowledged fear

His cousin he hadn’t seen in years helped put up a canopy

so people didn’t have to sit and watch in the sun

They walked across the road to get beer

And wine

And cigarettes

For the adults

And soda

And snacks

For the kids

When the evening died down

So did the fire

and the fighters retreated

They where defeated

The only thing left was a few walls

A foundation

And snack wrappers in odd formations

I watched the sun set over a burning building

I sat on a hill next to a nest of yellow jackets

Not a single one got the courage to sting me

But I watched hundreds of people Sting 4 people who now live in there garage.

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