Incremental

Snow descends

by thousands of flakes per second

 

random as thoughts, sawdust on a pub floor,

or gnats in summer along the canal.

 

If I were ten again,

I’d be running through them . . .

 

–Excerpt from “Incremental” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016).

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