Poem: Reflections

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


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
like a tired dog

Tomorrow absolutely nothing
will reflect
There are days like that
weeks like that
and sometimes
entire lives
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
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Jim Freeman's
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