Evening Poetry, November 9

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by Mary Oliver

When it's over, it's over, and we don't know
any of us, what happens then.
So I try not to miss anything.
I think, in my whole life, I have never missed
the full moon
or the slipper of its coming back.
Or, a kiss.
Well, yes, especially a kiss.

You can find this in Swan: Poems and Prose Poems.