wet p e tals
per fum   ing     –
             carrying & caring
  milk w witch  self  evolving
                wilting,   on  w ind
  whit e thistle   escape
                wh at time? where wi ll
   th ese ghost petals land an d    revive
life’s  f irst       instinctu al  commission,

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio


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