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This Mirror


Life is not circled
It moves in spirals
direction depending
on the mirror in your hand
All glass reflects
Each image it has held
is held still

Breathe on the glass
See the faces who came before
But still
All this? Only tricks with mirrors.
Anyone can do them
Instead regard the handle
Wooden or silver?
Wood is best

elm oak cherry
birch or maple
mahogany walnut rosewood

Regard the spirals patterned in the grain
of woods which once grew wild
Needing no reflection
Only sky.

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