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Squirrel Moment

The gray ghost

tumbles from oak to buckthorn

in search of berries, now

a silent troubadour in the linden,

hanging head down and alert

from the bat-house . . . .

–Excerpt from “Squirrel Moment” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Iodine Poetry Journal.

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Winter Berries

Crimson pearls

cling with clustered fingers

to the crabapple trees

as if to relax one second

would bring catastrophe . . .

–Excerpt from “Winter Berries” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016).  First published in Third Wednesday Journal.