Poem Category: In the Mirror

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

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

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

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

In the mirror
her mother brushing
long blonde hair.

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

Mirrored
pirouettes of the old dancer
past the theatre windows.

Reading late …
across the mirror
sudden headlights.

Brushing
her REM sleep
the sea-breeze curtain.

Cafe’ mirror
the blonde sipping quietly
under her red sun hat.