This Heavy Craft, by P.K. Page
The wax has melted
but the dream of flight
persists.
I, Icarus, though grounded
in my flesh
have one bright section in me
where a bird
night after starry night
while I’m asleep
unfolds its phantom wings
and practices.
January 15, 2010 at 5:08 pm
Thanks for posting this. It is perfect.
January 15, 2010 at 6:30 pm
Excellent selection Jake.
January 17, 2010 at 7:09 pm
Perfect choice, Jake.