Poem: Phoenix or Burn

If this is the time of the Phoenix,
things are going to change.
All that’s set is full with smoke and coals
choking and vision poor
But if it’s time, I peck and claw my way up through the rubble.

I’ll spread these fiery, glittering wings and prepare for flight
New lands coming fast.

Or I need to increase my Lexapro.

2 Brief Poems, from the night

Above, the sky is dark, gray
Water runs down my
upturned face


Don’t run.
The wind shifts and brings a single
plastic bag
Don’t scare.
Jump in place.
Snort, with eyes wide
Lift just one hoof
Just one.
Just in case.