Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 6th, 2000 No Comments »
I am often caught by my reflection in glass, usually
in a window, and my own face startles me. I’m not
sure what I expect to see there. It is always a
stranger looking back, an old man not unlike my father
but less like his little boy.
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