3-Way Mirrors
Sometimes we throw rocks,
or we might be the rock that is thrown.
Rocks can masquerade as hearts and minds.
Metaphors are three-way mirrors.
When we listen to an Italian love song
we don’t need to understand the words
to feel the romance.
The sound of a great singer
becomes an instrument of Heaven.
Hell also sings.
Old friends can sit for hours
not saying a thing, then arise
completely satisfied by the conversation.
Dogs listen with their noses,
mouth-breathers savor their own thoughts.
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