mirror mirror
the border
between father and son
is blurred in time’s mirror
looking up to
looking down on
then reaching out
at the fulcrum of their time is a look
the look that only a father and son can share
the simultaneous polishing
of both sides of the same mirror
look
i have a shard here in my hand
careful careful
it will cut
i aught to know
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