Hobble Creek Review
| M.J. Iuppa |
More Than A Passing Thought
I expect August’s deathbed to be as it usually is–
blistering heat followed by cicadas’ incessant rattle
high in the crown of old sugar maples. I want to lie down
beneath the tree called Empire & listen to drowsy bees
hum their middling tune. This is how they’ve chaperoned
the orchard to star burst– glossy fruit born out of flowers.
Yet, no one shares an apple anymore, or knows for a fact
that the mahogany seeds stowed in secret chambers aren’t
the blueprint of apple in their mouths, but another apple,
one lost a generation ago, like first love, the one we think of
when we’re alone and full of forgetfulness or is it forgiveness?
I expect August’s deathbed to be as it usually is–
blistering heat followed by cicadas’ incessant rattle
high in the crown of old sugar maples. I want to lie down
beneath the tree called Empire & listen to drowsy bees
hum their middling tune. This is how they’ve chaperoned
the orchard to star burst– glossy fruit born out of flowers.
Yet, no one shares an apple anymore, or knows for a fact
that the mahogany seeds stowed in secret chambers aren’t
the blueprint of apple in their mouths, but another apple,
one lost a generation ago, like first love, the one we think of
when we’re alone and full of forgetfulness or is it forgiveness?
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Her most
recent chapbook is As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing 2008) and
second full length collection, Within Reach, forthcoming from Cherry Grove
Collections (2010). She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Arts
Minor Program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.
recent chapbook is As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing 2008) and
second full length collection, Within Reach, forthcoming from Cherry Grove
Collections (2010). She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Arts
Minor Program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.
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