Week of Jan 9, 2017

Waiting at the Mini Car Repair

I thought it was an eye
but it was light on a mirror
on a car or plane or really a picture
half-blocked by a pole

caught out of a corner of a
quick glimpse and filled in
by that primitive part of the brain
that is always scanning for danger.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2012

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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