Remembrance

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.

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