Chary

i dangle sustenance

amid barbed embellishments.

beneath my skin

runs a river of resistence,

a sense primed to read

the inflowing nature

of your intention. 

you tussle and turn blooms,

masterfully avoiding the sting;

and i learn the dance

on the tongue of the wind.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Black locust tree blooming. The flowers are edible. The bark, seeds, and leaves are toxic.

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