A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“Write the vision . . . that he may run that readeth it.” —Habakkuk 2:2

Mona Lisa Mirror

In all, I see her reflection
(even in her own face she is reflected),
in dreams
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
from eighty-eight wire drums,
when four would do
(and smile
more separate smiles);

so don’t worship
a reflection.

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