Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Sunday, April 15, 2012

icarus

by Marc Carver

I told her
that nothing could hurt me.
I had drunk enough
to kill most men
been in lots of tight scrapes.
My luck had run out a few times
but in the end
it had all worked out okay.
Sometimes you really can feel immortal
and on other days
well
you sail            just that little           too close to the sun.

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