The Cranes

. . . The high-pitched lunacy

of their gargled laugh

lights up the forest below

that has all but lost its gold

in autumn’s dizzying wind.

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

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