Conjecture

The rich would turn their pockets inside out

for an old man shivering in a basement flat.

He needs warmth and bread,

but wants only his wife back. He has saved

her blue sweater from the hospital,

keeps it under his pillow, smells it

when he is too cold to sleep.

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

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