M. J. Iuppa, “Days of Empty Hours”

M. J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past thirty-one 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, and life’s stew.

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Days of Empty Hours

Without a tongue,
       the small prayer bell
               summons no one

It rains every day—
       dismal & persistent—
               puddles become harbors

Drifting, briefly—
       Birdsong echoes
               in ochre light

A dream I tell no one
       I tell no one I dream
               about this





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