Phoenix, Ode

for Buffy

there is a light in you, even when
you think it has been
extinguished.

it never has. never is.
phoenix, you never lose your flames.

and when you burn up,
you never turn to ash, instead you
burst forth from what you
used to be

and blaze on.

i hide, and skulk, and peer from amidst
the smoke of midsummer fires;
naturally: camouflage, la reynard.
but i watch, watch, watch

you by firebird luminance
as you rise & rise with the fall.

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