Poem Category: In the Mirror

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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.