Friday, May 25, 2018

Nothing wakes me... by M.J. Iuppa

like rain pounding
its two-fisted anthem
on every surface
within earshot
and closer—

an echo galloping
with a crowd’s
commotion, moving
in a clatter of tin
elbows and knees—

hands reaching 
as the snare of a
truck’s headlights
on a wet winding
road finds rain

leaping in its down-
shift of wheels
whistling a near escape
into puddles full
of moonlight.



M.J. Iuppa's fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 29 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog:
mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.

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