No clouds to speak of— sky, so bright
a blue, that I had to look down as I hiked
along the road’s soft shoulder, skirting
bundles of brush left for pick up, and I
spied a small nest in a severed branch
still budding; and beneath it, a robin’s
egg, lying cracked open on soft grass, so
bright a blue, that I had to stop & look
closely, hoping for the light touch of
a bird’s shadow gliding overhead
like an unexpected cloud.
M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 31 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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