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OLD MIRRORS
i look for a woman
who will fit into my mother's old mirrors
i listen for the sirens
to toll. for the train tracks to cheer
as the recluse of a spider
who hides inside his eiderdown house
is clearing out
i can see right through you
said the wind to the window
it loved too much
i put up with myth
to get closer to mystery
i live in the past because
the future is history
ribbons of the present
never ask the box elder bow
what, if anything, it holds
she is standing with her back to the mirror
because she knows what she needs to know
i look for a woman
like wind for a window who is open
into a space
where you can recreate
the home you grew up in
i look for a woman
who will swallow up my mother like aspirin
das - syracuse, new york, u.s.a.