Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it
as, hungry for life, you shifted Alpine snows,
the sky following you,
sun bronzing your face.
. . . And when, just walking along in Milan,
your heel caught the cobbles and your knee gave way . . .
–Excerpt from “To A Friend on the Occasion of His Accident” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Willow Review.