Poetry Porch: Poetry


Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,
you climb, skittish kite . . .

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast              solitariness                 there,
so that all that remains is to

Only a little longer the wind invests its sighs;
spread-eagled, as the canvas snaps

and flaps
its white rebellious wings,
and all

the houses watch with baffled eyes.

Copyright © 2017 by Michael R. Burch.