White Lies

The problem with pear blossoms:

they smell like dead fish.

One would expect olfactory ecstasy

ashudder in each creamy bloom.

Instead, a noseful of sea…

–excerpt from “White Lies” in Jumping Off the Train by Donna Pucciani (Blue Forge Press 2007). First published in Potomac Review.

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