Wednesday, February 4, 2015

ORPHANS

Kate—you and I
could just as readily 
be a pair

of electrified 
firebirds—conspicuous
heroic

and ruby plume-
crested
as you like—but ordinarily never-

the-
less 
inclined 

to rushes
of quite simply
disappearing—quickly 

as cinders—
searing
through leaden winter air;

making our own heat
and light
as we spiral—keeping little

and never despairing
that there's 

not really—
any such 
thing as those animals.