an'ya

Jacob Salzer

 

 

kaleidoscope 

this time in its mirrors

shards of summer

 

old city park . . .

a trail of broken beer bottles

 

beachcombing

a sea glass nugget 

warms my palm    

 

full moon 

a moth bumps into

the hospital window 

 

mother's reflection

in a garden gazing ball

 

his steady eye

behind the camera lens 

a beam of light