True Stories

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

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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

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