Phoenix: Falling

Although my plumes
once lithe and bright
combust to dust
and ground my flight

I hold no malice
or remorse
for this is but
another night

before the sunrise
burns again
dispelling smoke
disclosing sky

when feathers stem
from detritus
and then again
I'll learn to fly.

Phoenix: Falling © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: August 4, 2020