Mirrors Again Mirrors Poem by Salvatore Ala

Mirrors Again Mirrors



In the window, in the mirrors,
In the moments between windows and mirrors,
My dad lost in reflection.

In the window, in the motion,
In the stopping and starting and hum,
My mom, never ageing on the bus.

In the window, in the stillness,
My grandfather's casket and hearse
Stopped in traffic in eternity.

In the mirrors, in the window,
Razors and scissors fly about my face
Like piranha butterflies.

In the window, in the mirrors,
Moviegoers move forward
In an endless parade of history.

In the window, in the light,
Our backyard peach tree
Blossomed into a blinding sight.

In the window, in the mirrors,
In the moments between windows and mirrors,
What I've lost I've recollected.

Friday, February 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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