What would you
like to do now?
Reflection at Evening
The face
staring at me
before bed
floats
above a body
I don’t recognize
hair parted
on the wrong side
like a quarter moon
in a phase
I’ve not seen before
waning
when I last
remember it
waxing
drawing more shadow
than light
cliffs and craters
deeper than I recall
fine dust coating
lunar features
smudging angles
making lines indistinct
a face like a
weary balloon
hovering
above a string
held tight in my fist
A weary hand
lets go and I
watch it rise
through the ceiling
beyond the chimney
on gathering currents
swiftly now, soaring
above the trees
silhouetted in
darkening clouds
reinflating
as it drifts into
the black
trailing
its string
of memories.
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