Black Ice

glosses dun twigs

with false romance, threads ill-fated

desire through a glitter of trees,

draws the riddle of water

from an ice-bound sky…

–excerpt from “Black Ice” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013).

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