last rites
low-flying kites
laughter, high-priced perfumes
sunset, night resumes
never lose sight
sunrise trumps night
looking back, moving forward
always truth marching toward
loose sky
gettin’ high
despite what’s not here
life’s worth it, cheer!
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D.
Biography
Writer, photographer, poet, and teacher. Holds doctorates in Divinity and Metaphysical Philosophy. Author of 20 books, including seven poetry books, nine photography, and four nonfiction books.
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Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com
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