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Icarus
I walked into my house.
A plethora of feathers
coagulating on the wooden floor. Maybe Icarus flew to close to the sun, again. or I must of left the back door open, again. The poor man always just a little too excitable As I walk over to get the dust pan, the feathers fizzle in a dance with the wind. I sweep them up and toss them outside where leaves are falling from the trees. the ground is melting of wax and a heavy heart. I wish someone would tell Icarus that he already had the Sun. Every morning when we awake and it peels over the mountains creeping over the city as it peels back the night.
#Unreal #Poem #Myth #Icarus #Sun #Flight #Birds #Restlessness
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Comments3/19/2016 07:32:53 pm
Thank you for the support and opportunity to publish with a magazine that aligns with my voice. I appreciate everything about this moment! Comments are closed.
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