Perchance to Dream

So this is how the mind goes,

one fuzzy item at a time,

the lint of life floating through the brain

like so much snow, a certain stillness

at dawn.

–Excerpt from “Perchance to Dream” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Journal of the American Medical Association.

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