True Stories

cicadas blend a rasping breath

willows bend and reach

blue gills skim the cocoa depth

ebb of surf on beach


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

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