Secret Ingredients
Reflection
it’s not who I am
this someone in the mirror
but who I became
–
a placid lake-
the moon’s watery
countenance
Remains
in the aftermath-
flowers left by the roadside
fading in the sun
–
stippled sunlight-
mushrooms growing
on fallen trees
Sleep
a blanket of clouds
pulled up tight over my head
shutting out the day
–
morning song-
the reluctance
of wakefulness
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