A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 3)

IX.

Every morning, she wanders out onto the ice

To meet the wolf, her loyal childhood friend

And have him kiss her spotted hands.

Because she knows:

They’re still a child’s hand

In his eyes.

 

X.

I am the last person on earth from now on.

So I walk into a vinery and enjoy myself

For days or seasons

Before I venture south.

 

XI.

Up in the stars, there is someone looking back at me.

And without either of us knowing

Our eyes meet.

 

XII.

The empress has trapped her child

In an orb of emerald

To keep it from decaying.

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