Indian Summer

from Indian Summer

Hot as dust in the throat,

fall unravels one night in October.

Cataclysmic orange dries

to brown amnesia, every leaf

a shred of wanderings and whispers. . . .

–excerpt from “Indian Summer” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011), first published in Driftwood.

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