past wells
a tide that swells
in pools where urchins
wield their quills
and my tentative toes
swirl the chill
where sea foam bleeds
~
salt spray seethes
wind whispers pretend
about trust
and a new attempt
as sea pens scribe
a contract
and dolphins swim
in contact
with a life breath
that draws them in
~
and i call for you
at times
to steady the miles
that break beneath my feet
wary that love
will again retreat
a thousand miles
on a blue gray sea
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
Magnificent!
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