A Moment of Reflection
I
caught the look,
spied
that which I haven't seen
for
so long it seems
A
moment of steely clarity
crispness
of thought
the
face looking back?
Who
is it?
Can
it be me?
Why
haven't I seen my imposing reality?
And
then,
with
a flick of the wrist
the
hot tap running turns the reflection to mist.
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