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THE MIRROR
You, you with
the pint in your hand
Standing there
at the bus stop stand, the bus stop stand.
Young, you toss
your head and laugh
Just waiting for
the night to pass
You, you, you're
my mirror.
Me, waiting 'til
the sun goes down
Thinking I live
in an ugly town, such an ugly town.
Go inside, shut
the door,
Eat so I won't
hurt no more,
Running, running
from the mirror.
A hand can
fight; a hand can pray
A hand can give
or push away
Closed and full, it stands
alone
Fighting for an
empty home
Running, running
from the mirror.
I walk, walk
around from place to place
Searching for
that certain face, a special face
A face that I
have known before
A held out hand,
an open door--
Searching,
searching for the mirror.
Round the
corner, meet your eyes,
Stare at them in
blank surprise--
Same lid, same
lash, same tilt of head,
Same stony calm,
same icy dread--
Looking, looking
in the mirror.
A hand can
fight; a hand can pray
A hand can give
or push away
Upturned and
open to the touch
An empty hand
can hold so much--
Looking,
looking, for the mirror,
We're looking,
looking for the mirror.
c 2002 Rachel Nelson
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