the winter anthology
Vol. 16
A. Molotkov
Kafka
As an airplane
crosses the sky to leave
a mark, I cross
the snow
of days to bring
this book
of matches,
though it may
be empty.
Kafka
As an airplane
crosses the sky to leave
a mark, I cross
the snow
of days to bring
this book
of matches,
though it may
be empty.