Mirror mirror on my wall


what is this/that face reflected?
right, so differently marked
than the left
turn to the right
see the crying left eye
tears withheld
streaks run
from cheek to chin
turn left now
there’s still a question and love
eye that winks itself
a slight tip of the eyebrow
below a cheek a mosaic
of words unspoken

look away look away
it’s Sunday morning
somewhere may there be peace
he said, “If you have something to say
you can say it now instead of later.”

well later is now and i can understand
deeper than i knew you suffered
for your sanity

they tell me you lookin’ good mi amigo,
strong buffalo heart man
thank you for the bird flutter
i held
o so short of life time
o so long of sand time