High Velocity Windows by Megan Windom
They surround you on all sides,
A shield against the push of air
Stirred up by your quick movement
And catch the splattered guts
From bugs, too slow to dodge.
But when the sun moves just right,
Exposing a bare arm or leg,
They give up on transparency
To look more closely within
Catching a glint of light
Reflected off a watered eye.
And with the fall of night,
Glowing from within
Like fireflies in glass,
Illuminated round faces
Stare out of them
To follow the satellite
That stands still and follows them.
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Mirrors at 4 a.m. Charles Simic
You
must come to them sideways
In
rooms webbed in shadow,
Sneak
a view of their emptiness
Without
them catching
A
glimpse of you in return.
The
secret is,
Even
the empty bed is a burden to them,
A
pretense.
They
are more themselves keeping
The
company of a blank wall,
The
company of time and eternity
Which,
begging your pardon,
Cast
no image
As
they admire themselves in the mirror,
While
you stand to the side
Pulling
a hanky out
To
wipe your brow surreptitiously.
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