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what gets through?
paint thru
a stencil,
TV messages,
water thru a filter.
i mistook a mirror
for a window
looking out
at the corner.
everything i thought
i saw turned out
to be wrong--or
if not wrong, at least
the other way around.
left was right,
right was left,
what i'd taken to be
a person's progress
direction was reversed
in looking glass fashion.
all this over noodles
with sarah. |
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