We’ve stayed five days in the south,
pressed into mountains
and the impossibly blue Tyrrhenian.
At the Paola station, the family
carry our bags,
lift them onto the train
after kissing both cheeks,
which are suddenly wet.
The cousins line up
along the platform, their faces
a family portrait in the grimy
rectangle of window.
–excerpt from “Goodbyes” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Istanbul Literary Review.