Window Boxes

single-petaled sweet as drones find home with instinctive linear beat and mystery blinks an eye in retreat from forced utility how is it that you see me a sum of parts in woven sheets the unfathomable end to unquestionable means ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 The thought that I am disposible is surprisingly freeing.

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The Topography of Clouds

a peace perceived from the lee, in the lucid stream of day, the rolling caress of emptiness, where words simply fade away. . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo: (mine) Above the clouds over Lake Michigan.

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