The Cranes

Fifty or a hundred commas

gather in the sky as if

they do not know to what sentence

they currently belong, and,

lacking syntax, wander so high

as to be almost invisible.

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

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