Three Snows

It is snowing. Her silent coming

hisses under wiper blades, etching

a luminous fan on the windshield.

Her white plumes fall from the roof. . . .

–excerpt from”Three Snows” by Donna Pucciani in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Mudfish.

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