A poem for the last day of April

They say heat rises
I rise in the light. The fire outright.
I burn in your hand. Can you stand it?
In love and in fearā€”Can you hear my demands?
I’m calling the rain to put me out.
I’m cold in the same way. I’m told it’s a game we’re supposed play.
I’m old in the blue today.
I sold my heart to a bird of prey that flew away and turned into Sun…
And burned into One.

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