From Mud

…In spring, from turgid earth

that has been frozen so long

it does not even know itself

and has become hard-hearted

to shivering beasts like us,

the first small crocuses lip their way

in centimeters of palest purple …

–excerpt from “From Mud” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Iodine.

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