The fire

In the middle of the night,

The fire burns, 

Almost

The colour of the sky.

The earth is dark.

Only shadows of trees can be seen

Lengthening

According 

To the position of the streetlights. 

The fire is the colour of fire.

Among the white street lights of the civilized world,

It seems normal. 

For a second, I am confused,

Wondering if we have stepped back in time

To the "Middle Ages"

Where a fire meant danger

And war.

Here, it means only this. 

While everyone sleeps

Garbage needs to be burnt. 

And the smoke can enter the relatively 

Clean silence 

Of the night.