Mirrors, ©2013

sometimes

I get a glimpse in a shard of glass

a corner of sight as I walk past

hello, girl, I can see

how someone might be attracted to you.

sometimes

I see a shadow on a glassy lake

a dull reflection in a clipper's wake

mercy, Mary, why do you try

to hang in the sky when you're a pheasant. 

sometimes

watching eyes forever seen

in diverse shades from kind to mean

rubbish, are mirrors to me

when no one else sees what I do.