Sunday, August 1, 2010

1018. GLIMMER

GLIMMER
(rain and mirror)
Pelting, the water hits the
window glass. Beyond
the reach of gales and
bluster, all things within
this house remain in
place: cards on a table,
water in a glass, the broken
reflection of a cat and
some books. It is
too soon to make
this matter. The
material world, a
pale glimmer anyway,
tries once more to
be what it is not.

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