Miror Poem by Ranjit Hoskote

Miror



Lightning hits the mirror and the people it holds.
Their silhouettes fall to the floor,
wisps of silver foil.

Alone on the wet marble,
you tap the empty glass and listen
for an echo.

Monday, March 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror,silver
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