Waiting for Crickets

. . . If blood were magic, it would

conjure your serrated wings

grinding like small gears

in the tropical dark,

a rumor of alleluias.

–Excerpt from “Waiting for Crickets” from Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Off the Coast.

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