Last Journey

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.

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