Michaelmas Day

from Michaelmas Day

When the watery September sun

blanches the ruddy fields of the North Country,

the ragbone man makes his rounds at daybreak

as a woman in a window eating grapes

from a glass bowl runs out with a bag of old

frocks. Her house is as quiet as goldfish,

and she poses like a reclining nude on the floor,

except with her cardigan over her nightgown,

to read a book on the nesting habits of puffins. . . .

–excerpt from “Michaelmas Day” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011. First published in International Poetry Review.

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