Sleep

“…that knits up the raveled sleave of care…”--Shakespeare

. . . The lark’s song weds

the curlew’s cry at sunrise,

abandoning the studded sadness

of dreams. Sleep makes us whole

with each axial turning . . .

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

 

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