cicadas blend a rasping breath
willows bend and reach
blue gills skim the cocoa depth
ebb of surf on beach
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the lazy tips of slider’s feet
catch fluttered lacy wings
recall the whispers of all i said
beneath the maple trees
~
paper your walls with dappled sun
carpet your feet with bloom
spark your hearth within our trust
beneath a waxing moon
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
Such a beautiful poet you are
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Oh, thank you. They often write themselves.
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