Secret Ingredients
Sunset
windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze
–
becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun
Honed
working the block plane
paper thin curls of maple
littering the floor
–
a snowy owl
gliding silently
across the night
Pillars
a symbol of strength
welcoming travelers that
seek her destruction
–
in the forest
of fallen oaks
a sapling grows
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