A full moon spells memories
of Cousin Rosetta’s kitchen,
six hours south, where the family
gathers for pasta and eggplant,
local cheese, miraculous meats.
Crossword puzzles in Italian and English
pepper the night with random words.
Our foreign tongues peck the air
like sparrows hungry for seed . . .
–excerpt from “Letter from Italy” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in PoetryMagazine.com.