Sunday, August 28, 2005


a world without mirrors:
no reflection of self
except a grunt
encountering one’s smile;
in response to one’s words.

One day, bending over
to wash one’s head,
a beautiful image
looks back from the water surface.
Smiling one’s smile,
or raising eyebrows.
Pouting its succulent lips.

Wouldn’t you
fall in love with that face?
Wouldn’t you gaze at it forever?
Wouldn’t you?

Get real!
We all spend hours
peering into the ponds
on our walls!

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