after the fire
we are ashes,
airborne, tumbling,
gray flake shadows
barley an image
a winged spirit
over the wall
to the other side
hiding in plane sight
pounding out a
direction
to another place
angry, but free
accepting the
thunder
and the sun
after the fire
we are ashes,
airborne, tumbling,
gray flake shadows
barley an image
a winged spirit
over the wall
to the other side
hiding in plane sight
pounding out a
direction
to another place
angry, but free
accepting the
thunder
and the sun
