Poem: Reflections

Imagery that comes back at you . . . if you're lucky.

Reflections Mirrors in store windows and steamy bathrooms the eyes of lovers drops of water bold blue streaming skies and bottle glass Reflected imagery, unreal bounced back in refractions of everything I hoped to be since dawn since the beginning It’s there, all held for me this legacy of chaos silvering back and dropped in my lap breathless like a tired dog Tomorrow absolutely nothing will reflect There are days like that weeks like that and sometimes entire lives

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.