January 2020
Bio Note:
Joan Leotta plays with words on page and stage with stories in prose and poetry that deal most often with small moments of observation, food, family, and strong women.
Mockingbird Morning
Feathers slicked down,
he trills and chirps
mourning dove’s song.
Her chicks raise their
heads from the nest.
He swoops,
stealing their food.
Mama is away.
I run out to chase him,
before he can do more harm—
I too, have been fooled by
charming words and songs
imitating real love.
©2020 Joan Leotta
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