Tag Archives: summer night

Waiting for Crickets

. . . one of you will be out there

singing your loud courtship

with open wings, then

falling asleep in your lover’s arms,

making your little night music

in the midnight void.

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

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Vigil

I awoke at 3 a.m. last night,

hoping to see the Perseid meteor shower

dance across the August sky

like ballerinas in celestial tutus.

–Excerpt from “Vigil” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in After Hours.

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.

Louisiana, Night

Here dusk never cools the air

while rocking the cradle of earth

with the loud lullaby of locusts.

–Excerpt from “Louisiana, Night” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in New Laurel Review.