seeps a single cell layer deep

barely cognizant

of the peel being cast aside,

in a wilting weep.

unrecognized within the foliage

that tender touch of light

on the ancient forest,

remembrance of connection

and the grace of balance

i brush the fronds

and release my future 

to the agile wind.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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