Looking Glass

Poem 26. Nearly finished now.

Looking Glass
By Edith Hope Bishop, April 2015

Imagine this poem
written backwards on glass
and you standing near,
reading it slowly,
reordering the letters
almost unconsciously
to find meaning
mingled with image.
That could be
the way of things.
Made to shatter
or wash clean
in spring rain.
Offering what
you knew was there
and more.


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