. . . 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.