Mirrors Burn
Posted by Inexplicable Ways on July 3, 2010

Some mornings
in summer I step outside
and the sky opens
and pours itself into me
as if I were a saint
about to die. But the plot
calls for me to live,
be ordinary, say nothing
to anyone. Inside the house
the mirrors burn when I pass.
–Lisel Mueller

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helen said
so beautiful!
Mom said
Tracie is brilliant! She captured the very essence of Norah…her seriousness AND her playfulness.
Truly a mirror!
Reminds me of another child…in another era.
Mom