In winter, dawn

…And we,

recalling days and decades

when we’d have been up for hours

shoveling snow, driving sideways

down the street, slowing

but not stopping for red lights

in the frozen foggery of waking….

–excerpt from “In winter, dawn” from Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in New Poetry Appreciation.

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