September 6, 2013

 

 

I have no recollection

of your blurred reflection.

I don’t even think you were there.

 

Had I seen the reflection

of your curved perfection.

Damn it, I’d know you were there.

 

Show me a line of perfection

queued up for selection

So true, I’d have a good stare

 

But there is no selection

just the same old reflection

year in, year out – I depair.

 

 

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