Hallucinations have ascended the pink
institutional walls into the scent
of autumn. Your shoulders
took the shape of wings . . . .
–excerpt from “Remembrance” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, 2013).
This poem is posted today in memory of my father, Francis Pucciani, who died on July 1, 2001, after a long battle with Parkinson’s.