Grapes

. . . The sky is falling in

on the vineyards, bent backs,

shacks and trailer parks

where pickers sleep on shelves

and children never learn to read.

In an air-conditioned bar,

we linger over garnet goblets . . .

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

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