i root beneath the litter

for the tender fruit

skin foiled and folded

softened ripe by life

picking the bark from scabs

that ooze amber’s gold

refractions of inner light

softened by the gentle press

of decomposition


the hollow lack

like the small of my back

touched by the horizon’s curvature

night birds read the pinpoints

as i am bared

to wrestle with my nature

a surrender to the known

as the bud unfolds


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art: Nature’s Embrace by Joanna Wedrychoska

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