In the Wake

time stretches 

blue

phosphorescent flaring

of finitude, 

the wake

from which i depart 

gathering quanta 

to leap from the trough

of my self-made

sine wave

.

from the yard

belly bent

shifted gaze

to compression waves

rippling forward-bound

hammering down 

depths

as you sing 

and swing

beside me

equilibrium found

in the eye of the storm

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© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Photo: Boat Wake at Sea

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