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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.

Summer’s Lease

The honeyed buzz of locusts

wrings desire from the night’s

dark wanting. Cradled

in summer, too hot to sleep,

they enter the rubbing of wings.

–excerpt from “Summer’s Lease” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). Also published in Cairn and Briar Cliff Review.

Summer’s Lease

The honeyed buzz of locusts

wrings desire from the night’s

dark wanting. Cradled

in summer, too hot to sleep,

they enter the rubbing of wings.

–excerpt from “Summer’s Lease” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Cairn and Briar Cliff Review.

Autumn Unawares

from Autumn Unawares

There is no single night

when suddenly

bees, ants, crickets, wasps,

bullfrogs, bats and birds

decide to disappear en masse

in a shower of sparks.

–excerpt from “Autumn Unawares” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Coffee House.

Crickets

from Crickets

The gift of a summer night,

wrapped in dew and dark,

sparks forewings scenting the air

with the whirr of small engines,

wings rubbing a celebration

of humidity, friction aglow

with imagined fire, showering pitch.

My ears lie smiling under roof, tree, moon.

–excerpt from “Crickets” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Fifth Wednesday Journal.