The mind projects all the dazzled reflections
Of a music box mirror.
The solitary dancer slowly pirouettes,
And only the eyes of a small child see.
Flush lips and full hair,
You soon outgrow your younger toys—
Waiting to give out
Your long, estranging kiss.
You are so certain;
Will the ways of your hands and glance
©2016 Michael Fraley
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