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Through — Valencia, 2017 — Photograph by Ben Weinberg

Mirror, mirror,
in the hall
on the wall
pass it every morning.
Framed;
gathering wallet, keys and glasses,
check the time,
pause a moment at the open door
Wondering, silence and I,
alone in the shadow thronged hour before dawn.

Until

I watched you watching me.
You paused,
turned, touched your hair
perfume bright as sunshine filled the air.
You smiled, knowing
and I, behind
set aside plans and expectations,
stepped towards you.

Never turning, you reached behind.

Such a small step
crossing so many lines
one step and no more.

mirror, mirror on the wall

in the hall

saw it all.

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