leaf cutters duck and cover
from serrated edges of regret
vegetation seeps stagnation
from roots that find forget
porous rains drain the blue
to swoon a womb of beget
a wetting true to flared fruit
and other deadlines met
the sultry dragon tropical
loses fire of his breath
as kept in loveless arms
they lie
when ghosts of silicon
spurn their debt
~
© M.G. Iannucci
How often do we bury our dreams in practicalities, when you can have all. You see?
Photo: Woman by the Sea