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Mirrors
July, 2020
Lost in the mirror
I don’t know myself. I compose
a description of you
behind my shoulder
many years younger,
always enraged. I suspected
another lover. Faulty
memories bloom like a tree
racing toward me. Its petals
yellow and bright fall
impaled upon cactus thorns
bloodless as reflected sun
piercing my eyes.
2020
Table of Contents
End of Time
Attention Must be Paid
I Cry All the Time
At Supper Time
Apples
Pandemia
Lockdown
Cicadas
Dogs
Morning
Sparrows
Mirrors
Stars in the Apple
Ominous the Silence
Another Birth
Day of the Dead
Conversations with my Tree
Some Time
Solstice 2020
More Poetry
The Agave Files
2021
2010 - 2019
2001 - 2009
20th Century
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