Hermetically Sealed

love
see me beneath the open sky
wonder why
the fetch is not fresh
with the window sealed
for i am real
the rustle of brush
that parts thrush
fronds nestled flush
where water and ground
form a moistened seam
and beams of wavelengths
stream the radiance of love
for us

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2019

Live your life with authenticity not simply to appease.