Here is a poem about a life full of flocking phoenixes. I wrote this a while back, but it is eerily apropos, and perhaps hopeful, considering the inferno devastating Los Angeles. May mutual aid win the daze ahead.
Burned
I had
A peek experience
Of what
Behind me
Sow many undertakings
Bridges burnt
Deeds smoked
Eyes watering
Blind to what is
Ahead
The future
Is courted by my many peeps
Phoenixes
As we be flocked
