Red Canal

Berlin

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.

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