Published in 1983 by New Rivers Press
part of the Minnesota Voices Project
Currently out-of-print, but available from used book sellers.
The Stars Are Apple Clusters
by Marisha Chamberlain
behind my eyes the first day
I pick apples. Day’s end, my hands
still reach to pick. I put my hands,
like gloves with holes,
away in my pockets.
Darkness unleashes stars
and I connect them in dark trees:
the stars are apple clusters.
Night falls down on my head like a tarp.
I rip a hole in the night
and reach up to pick the stars.