Friday, January 12, 2007

Bit #1

Bit #1

I’ve seen myself in many mirrors—
trombone movements across
another mall’s shopping dance floor—
or tight in five o’clock—tight in shaving
away the night’s truth for
the morning’s glorious sun of promise.

Always that shadow lengthens—the horizon of my eyes falling into
the last pools of light dancing away in the spinning embrace of a moment.