Is my body sleeping? I know
my body’s ampersand, hand
cupped over mouth, hoping
the dream of Spring never stops
to rest— swallows return like
electricity, like fire glowing
on a matchstick— I think my
body’s made of silver wire
unfolding in night’s slow-
motion— the shape of stars
breathing life, or is it death?
This crystal light has wings.
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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