Passing

You bring the coffee to my desk,

leave it silently at my elbow

so as not to disturb the thoughts

which the hours have finally yielded . . . .

–Excerpt from “Passing” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2013).

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