Looking Glass

she looks through me

like only a woman

like you
can do

each transparency

of me

(too many to poem)

like I am not with you here

never existed in this or
any other form

a piece of invisible mirror

suspended from a dimming dream

a useless image

some magician's trick

you and me

magic of a million years of light
in birch

the smile that steps you through

this mirror

back to the loneliest
of me

jppestana december 25, 2016 (in progress)