FIREFALL
Afternoon bonfire burns
Five feet from the Glacier Point precipice
Thunderclouds rumble across the sky
Ready to be painted by the setting sun
Light fades fast to pink, purple, and dark blue
David Curry calls up from Yosemite Valley floor
LET THE FIRE FALL
Fire tenders shove thick piles of hot coals
Over the cliff
With a long metal pushers
What a view from the meadow below
Cascades of red and orange
All the way down to the ash pile at the bottom
Mixing with granite scree
Hundreds of watchers in silent awe
Captivated by the light show of fire on rock
Behind green trees of Camp Curry
