The nightmare so unshakeable
descends even in daytime, subtle
as a dove; the canal below the window
brightens into blood, the banks
on both sides smeared with crimson mud.
–excerpt from “Red Canal” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Colere , also in The Wonderbook of Poetry and shutterverse2.wordpress.com with photo by X Woods.