Tipton Poetry Journal All the apple tree branches go hooray, all at once. The October sun blasts through the haze. The Stock Market crashed. Well, nobody’s calling it a crash. But it tanked pretty good. My portfolio! I’m not to think of it. On my sill, bananas from Ecuador still green with some yellow and brown specks. The brown is normal I think. The shadow on my cup shaped like a frog reminds me of a frog I saw once with bulging eyes staring back at me. I liked that frog, a little bellows huffing and puffing with life in the cool pond. Today you could peel the sunlight off the cupboard and fling it into the compost, gold streaks and all. Bury the glow right in the mulch.
Cathryn Shea’s poetry is forthcoming or has appeared in Allegro, Gravel, Gargoyle, Eunoia, Main Street Rag, Permafrost, Poet Lore, Quiddity, and elsewhere. Her chapbook, Snap Bean, is by CC.Marimbo (2014). Cathryn is included in the 2012 anthology Open to Interpretation: Intimate Landscape and she served as editor for Marin Poetry Center Anthology. Cathryn lives in California. Visit her website http://www.cathrynshea.com or follow her on Twitter: @cathy_shea.
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