-thinking of my beautiful friend Jacinta-
the perfect geometry of snowflakes
melts on her face,
disappears like a breath,
disappears like a breath,
like the bitter singularity of her tear…
a child curled into an orb of sleep.
life coiled onto itself with
a visible end and resilient repetition.
a grandmother whispers her tales
into fragile innocence…
memory flows…
wishes make impressions
on the path
on the path
of burning stars…
© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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