Someone threw a Molotov cocktail
in the car lot last night;
a flame kissed treetops
and rained glass
upon the street.

A homeless man held his arms out,
eyes closed and mouth open wide,
head tilted back in the ecstasy
of it all, savoring
the raindrops of anarchy.

No one questioned their motives;
no one questioned anything,
anymore;

just went off in search
for a broom.

The next day everything
went back to normal,
and all was good.