why fools fall in love, why the sun
don’t shine above—
When it rains,
it rains forever, one day in-
to the next, and there’s no turning
back to our first Spring lost on
the mountain where cows grazed
in a field called Heart & we fell asleep
in the tangle of each other’s arms.
Neither beloved or lover—
we were the ones peering
from the trees’ liquid shadows,
running our hands against spines
of weathered braille— our lives
unfolding & folding forgotten
maps left on back roads.
Wings clipped, we’re still
reckoning loneliness, waiting
for the unexpected, deep kiss.
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Her most recent poems have appeared in Poetry East, The Chariton Review, Tar River Poetry, Blueline, The Prose Poem Project, and The Centrifugal Eye, among others. Recent chapbook is As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008) and second full length collection, Within Reach, (Cherry Grove Collections, 2010); recently released prose chapbook Between Worlds (Foothills Publishing, 2013) She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.