Left Behind
~ after Meindert Hobbema’s painting,
The Avenue at Middelharnis
Infinite— as you might imagine, the air
suddenly welcoming in a time where you
are unsure of each step on a wide dirt road,
gauging deep ruts made over time— mud’s
thick softening that hardens to shape stead-
fast into an emotion echoing the sound of
parting, that’s the wavering of slender trees
lining the avenue that holds up the clouds—
the clouds . . .
never seem to disappear . . . do they?
- © M.J. Iuppa 2021
M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 32 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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