. . . 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.