Teachers

I feel lighter now,

as though I have lost body parts

one by one, watching them

sink like stones in a lake,

or drift into the garden of sky.

Each mentor’s mortality came to visit

and refused to leave. . . .

–excerpt from “Teachers” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in America.

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