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.
