Monday, January 12, 2009

Blaze

cicadas roar through the still morning
heat already smearing the horizon
it's easy now to let rip

mercury climbs
mountain looms
spirit hardens

pedals spin to the bush's throb
sweat/spine/eyes
icarus climbs too close to the sun

salt crusted
gasping/broken
i fall


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6 comments:

  1. qualcosa di belloJanuary 12, 2009 at 12:01 PM

    you perfectly explain the path to a summer afternoon's nap!

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  2. floretaJanuary 12, 2009 at 12:51 PM

    great rendering of this myth!

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  3. SandyCarlsonJanuary 12, 2009 at 1:50 PM

    Mercury and his message--perhaps not in a language Icarus understands?

    Oh, to break that fall....

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  4. Tumblewords:January 13, 2009 at 9:03 AM

    A trip of the first order - summer's definition. Nice work!

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  5. LawrenceJanuary 13, 2009 at 9:41 AM

    I love the lines:
    heat smearing the horizon

    and particularly:
    sweat/spine/eyes

    I know that feeling!

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2009 at 9:28 AM

    Now that is summer.

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