North Haven

            for Ilana

The apples here
are all ripe and
singing beautiful

end of summer
it is not

July—having never

kissed the earth

I could not sing this
wisdom

still August
finds you everywhere

but here
among cattails
each morning I can

hardly bear to walk on the grass

beneath my neighbor’s apple tree
so I walk

to the grey mouth of the harbor in-

stead, insearch of you

Isabel Prioleau lives in Charleston, South Carolina. She interns for The Adroit Journal, and you can find her most recent work in The Post and Courier. Isabel was an attendee of the 2018 Juniper Institute for Young Writers and the 2019 Iowa Young Writers’ Studio, and is a member of the Adroit Journal Summer Mentorship Program’s 2020 cohort.

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