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, Chicago 2013). First published in Summerset Review.

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