Isolation in D Minorby Louisa Muniz
Wet newspapers, dirty laundry
& recyclables pile up for days.
The sun hides under a wet dress.
The ants persevere. Push
bread-crumbs across the floor
to the sound of God’s pounding fist
in Mozart’s Requiem D Minor.
Droning fridge, barking dog
ticking clock rim the day.
The fortune cookie reads,
the fortune you seek is in another cookie.
Yet, I have been blessed in this life.
Blessed art thou amongst…
Will only the meek inherit…?
The cloudless sky babies itself blue.
When the sun offers her self-care
I prep the soil, soak the bulbs.
Plant the snowflake flower
nose up for late spring bloom.
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Louisa Muniz lives in Sayreville, N.J. She holds a Master’s in Curriculum and Instruction from Kean University. Her work has appeared in Tinderbox Journal, Palette Poetry, Menacing Hedge, Poetry Quarterly, PANK Magazine, Jabberwock Review and elsewhere. She won the Sheila-Na-Gig 2019 Spring Contest for her poem "Stone Turned Sand." Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net and a Pushcart Prize. Her debut chapbook After Heavy Rains by Finishing Line Press was released in December, 2020.