A woman writes a line in the snow
and leaves. Nothing else is new
in that quiet field.
Large snowflakes seal in her words,
an envelope closing.
Next summer, she won’t remember
what she had written, or why.
In the wake of retreating steps, silence
keeps the truth whole.
Romana Iorga is a Romanian-American writer living in Lausanne, Switzerland. Her work has appeared in the Chicago Quarterly Review, Radical Society, Crab Creek Review, and others. Currently, she spends her days mingling with words, dogs, and children, not necessarily in that order.