Weather

Tonight thunder hangs on the sky

like God’s underbelly.

We soon forget the deep rubbings

of crickets in the scorched night

and God becomes kabuki

in a white mask . . .

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

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