Michael’s Japanese Maple by Adriana Stimola

You bled, some said

late in the season, poured

every cup you held up

to the sun for filling

over the emerald rug; wrung

out rings that women wear,

safe in their bedsheets; looked us

in the eye, the odalisque after

she moves her hand away.

Adriana Stimola is a non-fiction literary agent, content consultant, mother, and ever-aspiring poet. Her poetry has most recently been published in The Santa Clara Review, Harbor Review, Juke Joint, and High Shelf Press. She lives in the Hudson Valley of NY.