Expect No Good

A kind of madness—summer in March.
Blossoms, too trusting to discern
the danger, were stripped from their stems when winter
returned in April. Expect no good
this season. Expect no fruit—no apples,
peaches, pears, or plums—except
the blemished, ill-formed orbs missed
by annihilation. Nihil. Nothing. Expect no good.

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Sheryl Loeffler is a Canadian writer and musician. Her poetry has been published in literary magazines in Canada, the USA, the UK, Austria, and Japan. In 2005, she moved to the Mediterranean island of Malta, returning to Canada in 2006. In May 2014, A Land in the Storytelling Sea, her book of poems, prose poems, and photographs born in and about Malta, was published by FARAXA Publishing, Rabat, Malta. She was elected to membership in the League of Canadian Poets in 2015.She was resident at the colony for two months in 2017. She was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2019.

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