scintillating scale,

a single iridiophore burst,

tracing a whorled labyrinth,

unique as the thumb print

i leave as a trace of departure.

scattering light and silt,

it thinly comes to rest 

on the remains of autumn’s foliage.

below the clouds,

they whisper the final boarding call,

only love can hear. 


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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