she was ignited;
ready for a break in the glass
a flourish in the grass
& a fire that
lasts

what truly is a
revolution
when it all comes
full circle in
the end?

she sat and thought
of change as
seasons -- the way
fields are burned to
allow for new
growth --
as she picked the
dead leaves
from her rose-colored
hair
& wondered why the
life she had never
felt like it was
there


so she lit a match and
kissed the flame;

she left her wishes to
the air