Monday, May 31, 2021

Almost, Time by M.J. Iuppa

Consider space between trees:
corridors of wind, making un-
expected turns in green leaf light

Flickering sounds, like a travel clock’s
faint tick—those sweeping seconds
caught in Spring’s tide

Drunk on the sight of dandelions, I
can’t feel the lingering cold beneath
my fingertips, which makes me

wonder if heaven is boring— will I
stand beside this cemetery’s fallen
angel & know what I’ve lost?

M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 33 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.

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