Strange Mirror

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The face turns down, eyes 
turn away to watch the wall 
unchanging, but if the gray

face is mine, there is little

there to mourn.

 

The eyes turn back and re-see

the gray that is bright as neon

and tipped with hoar frost,

but a face will eventually sag

with age and there will be nothing

left to mourn.

 

 

allets

09-28-12

145p

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