May 10, 2021

The old man in the mirror.

No, I’m not growing taller,

I’m just getting closer to you as I walk.

Soon we’ll be together again, 

Face to face.

But friend, that’s just my body.

My ghost is sitting down by Putah Creek,

Dangling his ghost feet in the cold, green water.

My, such a long winter. 


A strange old man catches 

my eye and holds 

my attention as he peers 

out of my mirror. 

Wait - I think 

he’s going to speak!


Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.



Ren Powell

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