I’m hoping to finish a phoenix short story for the anthology project I’m a part of. We’ll see how it goes, but in the mean time, here’s a poem about one.

For five hundred years,

I have flown only

in sunlight: unseen,

unassuming,

Conspicuous.

Tonight I will soar

through the pitch-black sky,

caring not who sees

my Fiery Plumes.

Before they react

I will have vanished

Completely.

After years camouflaged,

showing my true colors

is so Liberating.

The brisk night air pierces

my flame-consumed body.

I am Free.