a layer of transient mist

hovers over the lake.

tendrils  fall

from the undersurface

of the levitating mist.

wisps of sublimation

trickling down

to tickle

the pink cloud,

blue sky surface

with ethereal fingertips,

invading boundary space,

like the amber light

and warmth


crisp cotton sheets,

and the innocence of sleep.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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