Tuesday, August 23, 2011

1950s SMALL TOWN LIFE/untitled poem




In a reflection of a glass
Those approaching are
Seen quite clearly
Every detail, color,outline
   clear, distinct, and perfect
I, myself, I cannot see.
Only an outline, dim and black.
No detail there, no color.
Indeed, I am not sure that that is I.


Susan J. Skinner

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