Stormy

. . . I feel like a kid again,

a Yankee summering

with southern cousins

who wore coonskin caps

and shot BB guns

while suqtting in trees.

My favorite things–

grape popsicles

that dyed my tongue purple . . .

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

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