Ikebana Writing

After Misky’s post: 29.1.22: I’ve Been Thinking

           In the morning
still the quiet stamp of rain
and chickens crooning.

I take out my fiction
      examine the creases
     in half one way and then flip
          i chew my bottom lip
afraid of tearing...
                 such fragile invention

but this morning
there's a feeling that Icarus' flight
might leave a steamy trail
	 smelling of wax
	and wet feathers
	and the singeing of dreams.

Rain gently puddles
in my son's wheelbarrow
promising vases 
a drink on the house
           a summing
           of ideas,
           the pith
           of the storm.

Rain makes a fine day for wisdom.

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