Slipping as a bundle into the amber lights Both giggled, a blurry sight Small pocket of echoes That scuttled, wrinkling the silent roads.
Each turn of Angelina’s head tickled
The intricate filigree tinkling
Like a strummed harp.
Her ears glittered, sparkling.
Smoke billowed from the stack
Thicker cloud against duff cloth
Bricks blackened and the brittle roof
Held a parliament of twitching Rooks
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Cass was a silversmith
When with artifice she made the gift
She said to Icarus “This design is too delicate
The threads may break
However much care she takes”
Icarus fell, rested
A bowed sag that heaved convex
Concave with each cycle of his chest
As he breathed.