Tuesday, January 31, 2012


A stranger parallels my line
Padding up and down the strip
Lunging when I lunge
Spooked by my retreat

Thinner than me
More graceful
Almost suave
And strong
Muscled thighs propelling tiny steps

Maybe we're related
Despite her lefty stance
I do detect a faint
Familial surmise

Maybe she reflects
My future
Or my past
Maybe if my inner mirror was more
She'd look even more like me
Or I like her

Maybe with unclouded eyes
I'd know myself, and knowing, become wise 

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