Belle

palms wide,

a balance of night,

when breezes burrow 

the deep sheltered hips 

of  trees.

.

a firefly tumbles

in artistry of trapeze,

breath and sleep,

as tendrils weep

when stars boil blue.

i pour peace 

out for you.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Painting: Blue

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