Mavka #6.  The Kiss

by Padma Thornlyre

     I lie alone.
     Sappho

And thus,
under a fat moon
in February, the wheel
turns, our failures
at last not wrong-
turns, but simply
the road home.

Can the snow be whiter
than it is tonight?
The stars or crows
more quiet?

I lie alone.

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