Bio Note: I live in Wisconsin’s Kettle Moraine where I hike, bike, read, and write. I am a retired RN and am passionate about environmental issues. Once Upon a Tar Creek: Mining for Voices (Turning Plow Press) came out in July 2021. Tar Creek has been called the worst environmental disaster no one has heard of—the water is orange and the lead and zinc mining took place on Quapaw Indian land.
Grandmother of old woman shoes and dull flowered dresses who are you? hidden down steep cellar steps leading to August in jars but today I smell Madonna lilies how they stood far from peas, corn, carrots the what’s for supper night after night for men and boys who only grunted gratitude but the lilies a secret life of heady smells maybe even erotic only you knew and how they might burst in steamy Iowa heat on a day nobody imagined
you might think this strange but really I do read poetry, that is as e e cummings said, nobody beautiful ever hurries I take this seriously makes me see crevices tiny puddles even smell the snails now you who hurry miss what I find exquisite these raindrops who feed me the worms who dance with me
©2021 Maryann Hurtt
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