Phoenix

We wade through the purgatory of autumn

wondering

what is dust and what is ashes

the world is smaller here

the horizon bulges

with the promise of damp

of silver rain, mercury bullets, and cold

cold that enters us through our pores

burrowing deep inside us

yet we

we are the lucky ones

 

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