“…in which each letter is signified by a random mark.” ~ D. Bonta


If a spiked flare from the sun is a petal
and the petal breaks off from the crown—

If the crown is a wheel run amok
so the road blooms with rusted metal

and bad mojo— Then the firebird will hide
in plain view: tufts of flame trees, glimpsed

as you make your way from afar. Shake open
your map, walk steady along the arrow’s sight.


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