Gratitude Sparrows perch on the stone ledge outside my window, looking in. I watch them over the black bloom of espresso flowering in a white ceramic cup that reads I heart New York. The moon is a sliver of fingernail fading into morning. Shortly all this will disappear. I hold tight to everything: birds, coffee, cup, New York, moon.
Donna Pucciani, a Chicago-based writer, has published poetry worldwide in Shi Chao Poetry, Poetry Salzburg, ParisLitUp, Meniscus, Agenda, Gradivaand other journals. Her most recent book of poetry is EDGES.
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