How do we come to know:
the routines of the day,
the patterns of spring to spring,
the similarities amid chaos?
The mirrors in the kaleidoscope
give shape to random flotsam.
We think we discern more
in our reflections of the world;
the future’s fixed unfolding
in a furtive flight of birds.
I speak to you in my own way;
our words shape themselves
against the shape of themselves:
consensual, in anticipation of a kiss.
(May 2010)
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