Time-bound 

​golden grasses 

sway in the marsh, 

swimming in the sea sky,

as gulls sweep their wings

low over the currents.

.
and I…I remember

your voice, 

sultry wind skimming

over the waves,

subtle as the blue haze

that wraps the bossom

of mountains.

.

i linger over phrases

that turn my heart, 

chains of verse

handed down across

the ocean of time,

like patchwork quilts.

.

and there are some things

that a woman just knows;

…when to let the sand 

drizzle from her hand

and when to press the clay…

into the image of love.

.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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