. . . That day in the garden we heard
a bell-throated birdsong bounding
through the courtyard from St. Thomas’ Church,
a song so sharp it obliterated even the groan
of his wheelchair inching down the graveled path .
–Excerpt from “Blackbird” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Wichita Falls Literary and Arts Review.