Mirrors

i like to dress for an imaginary girl

(we will meet each other soon)   by putting on

a silk tie with subtle Chinese birds

sewn in.

she may be picturing me in her mirror

as she applies exactly the necessary line

of mascara to lengthen her lashes and darken

her eyes.

whatever begins as a mystery ends as a blind,

the nuances so well known

that birds chirp violently at their mirror images

but the pools

as they are revealed in the sunlight of

every accidental nod of the eyes remain

calm as a mirror in which there is no

image ever seen.