For Anton

I’ve always loved Chekhov,

the manic visitations, the incessant

comings and goings.

I’ve never had to abandon a villa

or watch an orchard fall to the axe.

But I have known the languid whistle

 

of a train in the night . . .

–Excerpt from “For Anton” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2013). First published in Tribeca.

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