silver gray
cat birds play
flutter on the chasteberry
as i give away memories
and dust the sullen
bookshelves clean
for what does it serve me
to carry
a stale, stifling misery
into a new day
~
and i breathe
and recall the crystal sea
loving vitality
with which you gazed at me
and they mew and tumble
mocking joyously
as i fill boxes with possibility
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019