Adam Henry Carriere's Winning Submissions to the Nevada Arts Council Fellowship in Poetry
Friday, January 06, 2006
You'dve run first, if you had Icarus' nerve,
but you're good, your radar's on a hair trigger;
when you waltz through a door,
all your wet eyes look for
is the other way out
and the best, biggest earth
to scorch under your bare running feet.
Thunder harrumphs at a stepparent's distance,
but lightning strikes like God's own matches,
one bolt at a time,
sort of like my damaged wings do,
as soon as Icarus' nerve breaks
and I make up some fairy tale
to justify my latest flight.
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