October, Northern England

from October, Northern England

This whole place is a monument to moments,

to the transitory in life:  Colors fade. Leaves

drop. My friend now walks with a cane, seeks

a bench for rest. His wife coughs, needs

lozenges. We tour the studio of the sinking

sun, who draws charcoal shadows

with her tapering fingers, drawing us into

the palms of her cool, reaching hands.

–excerpt from “October, Northern England” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011).  First published in Willow Review.

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