Nocturne

So pick a night–any night–

to remember the Brooklyn Bridge from a cheap hotel

scattering sequins in a taffeta river,

and back in suburbia, the redbud tree is a stranger

peering in your window . . .

–excerpt from “Nocturne” in Jumping Off the Train by Donna Pucciani (Blue Forge Press 2007, first published in Pinyon Poetry).

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