Taste of Hope

The lifted fog left
night disrobed,
and I admired the light
that bloomed form
the fireflies.

The eyes of night gazed,
and above,
Orion tarried over the horizon,
his belt burning holes through the darkness.

We chewed on feathers
left from the wings of Icarus.

There was still wax on the feathers.

Taste of Hope

Reggie2

Forest Ranch, United States

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