Fighting the Fuss - Miss Mabley - In the city of Green Apple Dust

George Hodan

Fighting the Fuss  - Miss Mabley  - In the city of Green Apple Dust

In the city of Green Apple Dust* she stood slack 
under the tower panting 
tried to squeeze dry the bolt of her tears, 
slice them to small thin strips -  
let them drift from her fingertips 
lifted onto the wind with the visage

of Billy-Boy’s plop into her porch rocker

let the visage go - 
trailing these filmy strips of

tears over the vast green country side 
as she tried to forget how he had risen 
bottle in hand - turned his back

and slapped down the steps and out of her life

into the sweet rot of green apple dust swirling

the rocker still creaking the way that wicker will

empty

~

The Sunday Whirl « weekly wordles

"the city of green apple dust" is credited to Catherine McGregor

who mentioned such in a Sunday Whirl post and once glanced upon birthed this

poem ....