Phoenix Rising 

Surprising, really 
how fast she finds her wings,

cobbles broken things 
back together 

and sets her 
self (less shattered) back to sun. 

She molds a smile from embered
ash and tears, 

mosaics splintered 
years into a dragon-armored kite

and calls herself wild, child of moon 
and other borrowed light. 

In April, we poem.

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