A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“For to this end also did I write . . .” —II Corinthians 2:9

Mona Lisa Mirror

In all, I see her reflection
(even in her own face she is reflected),
and
in dreams
(waking,
and otherwise).

(Seek and find)
I suppose if I wanted, I could see her smile
in the Mona Lisa
(who plays the violin).

Piano fingers eke
art
from eighty-eight wire drums,
when four would do
(and smile
more separate smiles);

so don’t worship
a reflection.

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