Reverso - Poem by ulysses hero
Have you ever picked up a mirror,
preferably a small one,
and held it at a slight angle to your cheek
to look at the house
from a different perspective?
If you have, like myself,
you'll notice the toothpaste
has that same unpronounceable name
as the Russian city,
the one that suffered
of a nuclear meltdown.
You'll also see
-as you stumble from room to room-
other places you've never been too,
could only imagine,
if not for that trick of the mirror
the reversal of view.
And you'll also discover,
on opening each wooden drawer
and Ikea cupboard,
for the very first time,
that sadly, they all need cleaning.
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