I've no intention to leave the house today.
It's my birthday and it's just me with the mirrors.
I used to have
rivers of mirrors gushing forth
Now the old poetry deceives
like, was, were, had been, no longer.
water, waves, want
never the same twice.
interrupted in thought
flashes, fading, slipping, disappearing
around the bend
Gone.
Out with the tide
damp sand shimmers
glimpses of my image
reflected now only
in the words of others.
11/01/2025














