Reflections
It seems these portals I stroll past, mark passing glances
in some calculated reveal. All at once, morphing to a silvered
window, reflecting between two worlds. A glance, becomes
a stare, becomes a shift in perception.
hallway mirror
transcended by passing years…
my father’s face
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2015
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