quito, ecuador / 52℉ - chance of rain

she is lost inside this place.

this mountain city

tied in a lover's knot

around an active volcano;

with city lights that

twist and spin

like a river of lava.

scared she won't recognize

the end when it comes.

- will it seem like

an average midnight

of fire in the alleys?

or will she recognize

the touch of the last bit

of burning

she'll ever know?

This poem is part of the A to Z blog challenge. Every day (except Sunday) I'll post a new weather forecast poem. Have a suggestion for a city? Contact me with a suggestion, and it might make the list.