Staring Straight at Me
olive pit eyes called Jesus, I
know pretext, too much red
wine made us sleepy, they
said, denying that they fell
asleep upon garden stones; they
didn’t look at him, staring
straight at me.
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near Lake Ontario’s shores. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.
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