Red Death

I pilfered you, whole and small,

suffused with sun and bleeding slightly.

I plucked you from your umbrella-shade

of toothy leaves, the ragged embrace

green on your bed of hot dirt.

–excerpt from “Red Death” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Roanoke Review.

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