slow snowfall fades out into early morning wildfires

angels of change run through our hair
grazing our cheeks with blazing fingers
and we hold our breath
and keep up pace

running through ruins and cityscapes
we aren't far from the truth of the matter,
this ancient development,
modern rituals evolved

celebratory greenery among
concrete facades

fading daylight,
almost time to run on home
almost time to sink into our seats and gasp

oh they love me, don't they?