Blackbirds at Dusk

In the wind, which turns cold in late afternoon,

their iridescent ghosts remind us

that their conversation is untranslatable,

their love for berries and bark incomprehensible…

–Excerpt from “Blackbirds at Dusk” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, 2013). First published in Lost Hills Anthology.

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