Shekinah Glory

May 21, 2008, 3:55 pm
Filed under: Inspiration, Life, Poetry, writing

The reflection is translucent
as a plastic shopping bag
revealing bits and pieces
of its inner contents.
Wet bangs hang heavy
staining my glasses with
quickly evaporating obstructions.
A short beard casts out
obtrusive flares
not yet to their apex.
Surprised at its intense gaze
I look away quickly.


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