Advent

. . . Un-embraceable night

fills with wisps of wanting,

thoughts of old lovers, the dead

and dying, falling through space.

Our open palms hold only

lamentations . . . .

–excerpt from “Advent” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). Published in The Christian Century and The Wonderbook of Poetry.

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