what is coming back to you
from the other side
nothing
the mirror you grew up in
doesn’t reflect anymore
gone blind our mirror
lost to the dark
lost to late-night stars
our mirror
in its place a window
open to lush trees for now
tomorrow we do not know
we salute and wish you well
tomorrow we don’t know
you and all your seeds
your raucous birds
dipping at daybreak
into fury green
mandrem, 18 november 2011
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