Stormy

. . . It always rained sideways

through the cracks,

like memories

intruding on an ordinary day:

driving to work,

picking up groceries, or watching

a dragonfly light on a leaf.

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

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