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May 1, 2018

We take down the linen

that hangs above the windows.

Light goes in before

the sun goes down

over the collection of trees

that line the hillside.

In love lies the promises

one refuses in youth;

we have taken these promises

as vows against age.

A petal from a vase, dropping

upon th...

May 1, 2018

On some days I think of Icarus

falling through the sky, the posts

of his wings still inflamed

as he plummets into the cold water.

Smoke arises.

Brief steam and he is gone.

I picture him coming down from

this blue sky, splashing into the

gulf and the crowd of people

celebrating...

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