Mother and Daddy bump down the Interstate
in the trunk of a silver Toyota
speeding through Hattiesburg, Mississippi.
Their ashes slept last night
in a star-smitten Memphis
after dinner at the Catfish Cabin
eight hours south of Chicago.
They’d grown tired of the cellar . . .
–excerpt from “Last Journey” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag,2015). First published in New Laurel Review and After Hours.