REFLECT…no glass necessary on a balmy spring day

REFLECT

Window.

Sparrow’s flight path.

Bonk. Poor thing.

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Despite this map of a face

I get lost in a blink

Find no one in the mirror.

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Hard off

Pulp fiction life

Diary Land of woe.

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Rhythm partner left

Me sorry joy,

Entirely enervated.

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His thugs remain, brand

My stunned bird routine

Hyperbole. Who to believe?

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