the ringing

and lingering

of sorrowing,

lines intersecting

the bisection of time.

and i wait

for you to decide

if i am worth the price

of found art,

diamonds gifted

for desire shifted.

moss moist

slowly slides

through frigid stone,

easing in,

a living koan,

minutiae strong,

as i long.

expressions of

a paradoxical love

who reflects and refracts

through air and glass.


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

The photo is mine, light through chapel windows in the morning.

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