Arthritis

….Face to face in the shuddering bed,

we share the night’s hurting, surrender

to the betrayal of time, wondering

for what ill deeds this punishment comes,

meted out by whatever gods amuse themselves

with human pain, as winter waves

her dubious goodbye, slow and inaudible

as the ache of drifting snow.

–excerpt from “Arthritis” by Donna Pucciani, in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Pinyon Poetry.

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