A Brief History of Mirrors
Now we come to the age of sparrows in the throat.
When I was a child I spoke rain slantwise into this tree and
that.
There was a Japanese bowl from the Kamakura period.
Even then, it held the roundness of now.
Count with me here the number of owl feathers fastened to
the moon.
Ask your own mouth to consider the quiet movements of a
river refusing monotony.
At times we appear released, as if breaking with a great force.
We shyly and reflect upon and — of course — away.
There was a mirror incident in Borneo that did and did not
involve me.
So it is with the water buffalo that brought parasites from the
watering hole into my lover's arms, and brought her — after
many years — back into mine.
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George Kalamaras
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