My soul’s paw.
The raw snow of her absence.
Loveprints of my journey’s riddle.
The moon’s spirit-water fills them.

Her soul’s wing.
The atmosphere admits no mark.
Her passages are secret.
The sun erasing every trace.

Jan 19, 2012

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