Pending firestorm.
You can sense it, just days, maybe a week away.
A typical beginning to a standard Brisbane summer.
The still air, mostly fire smoke and car exhaust, swells.
The intent of this years bush fires builds too, lingering just out of sight.
On the rim of the city, the bush presses in.
Things will begin to burst soon.
Erupt spontaneously.
There's no time for warnings.
My escape, this time, will have to be unplanned.
Niceties will be abandoned.
I will preference survival over a polite, unending goodbye.
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