Through the stars, the moon slips
    Unstoppable. A woman
    Somewhere in snow, somewhere
    Suddenly drunk, discovers she's covered
    By whiteness. A thousand stars

    Fall around the moon.
    She has felt most of her life this lost
    And out of place. She looks from moon to sun,
    Words frozen together, sluggish.
    She would call out a name.
    She would call the name of
    The moon expecting an answer.
    The moon will not
    Move any further across the sky today.
    The moon trapped in light, unable
    To travel in any direction.
    Strangely beautiful. This hope.


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