Red Canal

Berlin

Thirty years ago, a woman

stood at the kitchen window

looking out at a cluster of sparrows

and barbed wire. Her hands

were floury with the day’s labors,

her heart heavy with hidden lives, lies,

the deaths of swimmers in the canal

at the hands of soldiers who used to be

her neighbors’ children . . .

–excerpt from “Red Canal” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag 2015). First published in Colere, also The Wonderbook of Poetry and shutterverse2.wordpress.com with photography by X Woods.

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