A tremor & a shift,
Kerouac’s Desolation Pops dropped
to my feet by the jolt.
Black tea dyed crescents on the envelope,
tsunamis rushed ashore. My heart
raced & read, reread & raced through
your words with a flux capacitor.
Your letter came today, but
we gathered yesterday
by the flowers during
your calling hours. I thought
you never responded.
Nancy Iannucci is a historian who teaches history and lives poetry in Troy, NY. Her work is published/forthcoming in numerous publications including Bop Dead City, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Star 82 Review (*82), Gargoyle, Amaryllis, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Nixes Mate Review, Poetry Breakfast, Rose Red Review, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Picaroon Poetry, and her poem “Howling” won one of Yellow Chair Review’s Rock the Chair Challenges.