Blind Spot

ghosts of sun

spun quiet night’s light

as blossoms won

the field of peeling

in abandon

reeling from a surge

in scarcity’s words

discarding hope’s

last stubborn bur

in the fur of the world

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2020

Faith Itself has no need for hope because love is belonging unwavering. Stop being afraid.

Art: Clouding the Poet Eye” by Robert Moline

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