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Mirrors Burn

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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2 responses »

  1. so beautiful!

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  2. Tracie is brilliant! She captured the very essence of Norah…her seriousness AND her playfulness.
    Reminds me of another child…in another era. 🙂 Truly a mirror!

    Mom

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