Worlds

wrists rested

on a crested zepher

where rivers run reversed,

a tear unrehearsed

for the mound of earth

left on the garden path.

.

vision perfection,

a recollection of light

crossing limbs

a moment reinvented.

.

scars on the belly 

of the field

curve to the valley,

where wild waters

gush to ground.

.

a nominal

nearsighted habit

halted,

waxing willows bent

to your timeless touch.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Painting: World Outside Your Window by Nik Helbig, 2009 

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