July Stones 29

trying on
new glasses
this could be
my last chance
to reinvent myself

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a shadow passes
over the mirror’s
surface
I have a poem
haunting me

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chips in the teacup
I remember
every spill

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summer twilight
he paints the light
into her eyes

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sunshine
through rain
I restore the color
in a photo
of two Amish boys