Peregrination

the past froths 

the curl of time’s wake

a fabric folded and pressed

starched crisp, lemon zest 

with a checkered cloth ease

.

broadcloth future

prepared for pleats

stretched over black leather

synced on rosed hips

.

and the coming undone

of that wet mounded earth

where bluets spill from the valley

scenting silence on the wind

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017


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