Heat

[CRNDLSM]

Heat

On his way home, the auctioneer feels a thump in the car
and pulls over to the side of the road. 
There's a short breeze crackling through the trees, fire, 
he gets out and stands, fire, examines the tire, 
it's gone flat. His heart is hammering in his chest. 
Good and suspenseful, I wonder about the importance of his occupation.  Maybe hes going home from work and it's a car he picked up for auctions.  I've never been in a wild fire which is what it sounds like because of the trees


Racing season. His wife: why do they run in circles? 
holding a sweating glass in one hand, shading her eyes
with the other. She stands there. Stuck in the tragedy of her past. 
Racing in circles, is this a race car the auctioneer is in?  Or is she thinking about human running in circles, like chickens in a panic, there is a fire and a flat, the guy is scared, maybe she is too.  Maybe she's reliving her past like her life is flashing before her eyes

Sweat drips down his eyelash. The day is unimaginably bright
in memory. The yellow smile, the crack of the whip, 
the hard path. She turns to ask him another question, 
shoulders flexing in the heat of the sun. 
To see the rot in a living thing; to speak it. He bends
towards the trampled grass. The long flank, the ripple in the surface. 
Above his lurching body
the world fills with amber. Sunset kills them all.

Crack of the whip, racing horses?  The hard path is the road less traveled?  Learning from mistakes? Or are they abandoning their car.  His body lurches is he burning alive right now?  Trampled grass of animals running from the fire?  I love the world fills with amber, I don't understand the long flank.

Just a few thoughts here, pretty vivid images, a little confusion, good work I hope to see more thanks for sharing