(Picasso 1932 Girl before mirror )

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This mirror’s looking

back at me

 

it shows me lines

a fine debris

 

& all that I’ve become

dissolving in the dawn

 

is waiting, waiting,

waiting for renewal.

 

The garden knows my

name, I smell its scent

 

I breathe the warmth

of living earth & know

 

that deep beneath the

crusted crest of winter

 

lies a world that’s waiting

waiting waiting, to renew us.