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Waves crashing against rocks.

Icarus Falling

Horizons turn:
thin air divides.
Wings burn
above frost-fractured peaks.

London, Rome and Athens
sigh: under their domes
pens plot the spiral path.

And in the east,
beyond the morning star,
the man-bird drifts
through gulls’ cries
down
the margin of the world.

Brian Butler

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