Poem Category: In the Mirror

Brushing
her REM sleep
the sea-breeze curtain.

Reading late …
across the mirror
sudden headlights.

Mirrored
pirouettes of the old dancer
past the theatre windows.

Mirrors
on the morning dew
the peach tree it fell from.

In the mirror
her mother brushing
long blonde hair.

Under the green table lamp
my Friday nights’
games of patience.

Then, come afternoon
mirrors on the dam
sprinkled with geese.

A window breaks- –
down in the lounge-room mirror
curtains flutter.

In the mirror
the sculptor’s nude
studies his sketch pad.

On the mirror
how the blow fly buzzes
the cat’s yawn.