Demilitarized Zones

shapeshifting winds

sculpt skin

pressing fingerlings

of mist

to my curved canyons


ebony birds sing

sketching with wings

the worth of me

shimmering rivulets of being

a mirage unsabotaged

by a pearlized sky


for I grow

young and wise

a fruit that ripens

out of sight

if you wish to know

my direction of flow

puncture this still night

and by me

do right


Conviction builds the gold of soul.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting: “She danced by the Light of the Moon” by Steve Henderson

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