Weather

….Lightning cloaks

the black bones of night,

fastens the hidden folds of stars.

The night my father died, I’d watched

for storms, some cosmic reflection

of his demise, this human being

of gigantic proportions…

–Excerpt from “Weather” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2013). First published in America.

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