Hedges

. . . Hedges thrive on violence,

love the happy hand

that cuts them down,

the oftener the better,

wielding edges sharp

as the song of the lark.

Cut now. You’ve hesitated

long enough . . . .

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

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