2015-09-05

Sidewalk Poetry #46: Miracle Glass Co.

Heavy mirror carried
Across the street,
I bow to you
And to everything that appears in you,
Momentarily
And never again the same way:

This street with its pink sky,
Row of gray tenements,
A lone dog,
Children on rollerskates,
Woman buying flowers,
Someone looking lost.

In you, mirror framed in gold
And carried across the street
By someone I can't even see,
To whom, too, I bow.


[Photo by Vivian Maier.]

1 comment:

Trademark Lawyer said...

Awesome, I love how this poem plays with perspective!