Thursday, December 9, 2021


All minds are made up 
of near-
infinite wheels—

but only the poet's 
is filled with 
their turning.

Make no mistake, 
she's no more ardent 
than the rest; 

in fact, she disbelieves 
all she's learned
from the fire.

For her, 
the shape and flicker 
of words on a page 

speaks less 
of the march of 
indelible flames, 

and more 
the untellable sensation 
of burning.