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Thursday, March 10, 2016

The First Mirror of the Day

Rising to the day with sloth
a mirror near the bed
catches the first images

Sometimes a body is ready
to believe in what's seen
through the changeable eyes

These visions are transport
to the days of agelessness
though large wrinkles differ

Bright sun shines through white curtains
a revelation of old fires
in an aged deep soul

Barry G. Wick

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