. . . Dust coats everything the hue of skin and dried peach pits,
tints of toes, tongues, magic stones, the underbellies
of extinct animals, iguanas on a sandstone wall.
Dust promises the moon rising on the desert:
“I will paint you a shade of pink so pale
you will not know yourself, and when
you least expect it.”
–Excerpt from “First Time in Tucson: I. Dust” in Jumping Off the Train by Donna Pucciani (Blue Forge Press, Washington 2007). First published in Roanoke Review and West Wind.