Icarus In The Rain
Trickling smudges against the sky,
The city is heating water to stimulate its spirit and rinse its soul.
This day has arrived wearing a dirty white overcoat
Smeared with greasy streaks of gray,
Ever the guarantor of a raw and chilling spatter.
This is the bluff that hides me.
After four years of that rat scuttle through the bowels of purgatory,
I thought I’d try raptor’s wings.