Poem Category: In the Mirror

no where
but my shaving mirror
Laurel’s shower mist

high moon
such sweetness behind
these blackberry thorns

In the garage mirror
a closer lean on father
repairing her doll-pram’s wheel.

In the mirror
a sliver of moon
rides the curtain breeze.

Lake mirror
the cries of belonging
from the migrant geese.

in the window mirror
she passes to work–
her bump rounder

Rear-view mirror
headlights…
the sense of it before the crash.

From the mirror
starlight returns
beginning its journey again.

In the mirror
white rose above the thorn
with a spot of blood.

In the mirror
a lightning clap
nearly fills the kitten.