Unwaiting Poem by Satish Verma

Unwaiting



You are not what
love was. The moon never sets
to burn the barn. A god may arrive.

The kissed mark is
still glowing, making a birth
mark of an unknown deity.

I will call the property
of the priest to make full the
jar of tears after the death of the sun.

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