by M. J. Iuppa
(a monosyllabic poem)
Small but not so small. Life is
more than one thing found. Here.
When you bring me a hot drink
in a cup, I think of you. Here.
I think for the first time in a long
time. You. Who have been
so calm, if you will, and kind,
as if we were a match bound
by small things, which is
a big thing when I think
to thank you.
You look up and nod. No words.
Small acts. Life is not one
thing when it comes
to love.
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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 her second full length collection is Within Reach (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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