i ride shotgun,

as fingerlets of breeze


through the cracked window

tracing summer’s kiss

on my neck and chest

a sunlit introspect

each splash

dancing on the dash

a chromatic interplay

that resonates

like the twirl

of hand-dipped lotus flowers

plucked and set to spin

on the still surface

of love’s waters


they burst from the deep well

with an intimate swell

lifting each cast stone

in defiance of gravity

an internal wheel

on the console

a home i carry

this singularity

and i shimmer with the desire

to simply enjoy the scenery


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art: “On the Road to the Sea” by Bonny B

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