Tracker

i take the machete

to the overgrown path,

blind to the past,

exposed to caress

of rain forest breath.

.

footfalls falter

over the punctuation

of roots.

as i commence

the prudent pruning

forward,

nature drones

of nothing to loose.

.

in the closing

of a spent way,

dew-fall whispers

at break day

of the freedom

to choose,

to live in love’s truth,

as i rise on the vine

that has always been mine.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art: Woman with Flowers

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