Rockery

. . . In future, we will recall these walks,

some prettier than others. The exquisite call

of the blackbird, trapped in a nondescript body,

sings delight from some scented corner

of mossed rock. We stop to listen . . .

–excerpt from “Rockery” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in Pulsar Webzine.

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