catch the tears

that fill the eye

of why

beat the rug

until dust scatters

the boom that clatters

in the direction of spin

find me in tatters

scraps of confection

swept in the direction

of chagrin


hold me in your energy

for i am nature

breathing love

with wild abandon

and i never deserve



Β© M.G. Iannucci 2019

Photo: Skylight outside my classroom. Believe in yourself.

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