Gone

The storm blew in when we least expected it.

An early darkness swiveled the leaves

in purple silence. When the lights flickered,

a sudden rush of rain framed the till life

of tree on car….

–Excerpt from “Gone” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, 2013). First published in Imagination and Place Anthology.

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