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Get a New Mirror
A poem by L. Ward Abel
That's what I need to do. The old one
has double vision, confuses me. I'm not
just running my mouth, either. The reflection
has a duality, and it's been this way
for years.
Years.
How can two be one in the same body?
Not to be macabre, not to summon images
of Legion on the shores of Galilee,
but while walking this land
a sense of shame overcomes me, shame of
those
that I am. My desire
is for both of us to meet in a chosen quiet place,
to sit down and talk, really talk, make decisions,
choices,
maybe have a beer, and maybe
laugh.
Once the talking is done
decide on who it is we
I
see when morning comes, there in the sheetflow,
there in the likeness,
there in the result. No apologies,
no justification.
Be my own witness
for once.
To testify
a unity.
Copyright 2006 by L. Ward Abel
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