Aged Mirrors (106) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (106)



It's late in our body.
The distances are no longer habitable.
We sit beneath the tiny shade
Of a murmur.


The strange eyes of the evening:
It sees the 'now'
And the 'now' sees it.


The quiet melancholy of the evening.
We tame our tears,
And they tame us.

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