Mirror, Mirror

on turning 30

By Sara WynnPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Has ever one single looking glass

ever stared right at you, looking back?

Watching as all of your faces passed,

changing; crying; aging; trying?

One in which your years are mapped

and where all of your spirits reflect

right there, in your looking eyes--

the only one who really ever knew?

Tell me, has ever one looking glass

ever risen with the sun

and danced with the moon

and seen into your looking eyes, frozen

as the world moved right on by?

I have one such looking glass--

I can't hardly stand the stare.

Mirror, mirror, she's everywhere

but my face is turned to the sun,

and I will never look back.

"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,

and no one knows what intelligent life is."

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