Mother’s ashes take the wind
on the levee, in back of a plantation
where she’d love to have played
the lady of the manor, a nouveau-
Scarlett, with her long hair
trailing like moss through the live oaks . . .
Father’s dust mingles with hers
on the Mississippi shoreline . . .
–excerpt from “Scattering the Parents” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Off the Coast.