An image in a mirror
Rocking, swaying in and out of view
just as your alcohol daze
swayed your view
I sat and shared a moment
a pancake
and a coffee
with that image....
We trod carefully
'I'll tell you
if you tell me...'
We spoke honestly
We remembered the
past thirty two hours
of my driving.
I returned home
not realising how much
that image had become
a mirror
Nor how much I would
have to treat it gently....
Else both of us might shatter.
12 November 1990
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