Fool’s Moon, Full Moon by M.J. Iuppa

In October, in the shrivel of leaves, the sky

darkens as the fool’s moon rises— its face

magnified to a god mask that grins madly

above our threadbare earth spinning in a blur

of land & water, & roads made of clay, like

a curled map lost in a cave that’s hidden inside

a mountain known for making its own

weather; no matter what the season predicts.

When this moon begins to tick, the night

stays quiet, listening for an hour to run

out of seconds—waiting to be dispatched

by a squall of snowy expectation.

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M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 31 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.