Poem Category: In the Mirror

no where
but my shaving mirror
Laurel’s shower mist

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.