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Reflection - an'ya & Jacob Salzer


Jacob Salzer




this time in its mirrors

shards of summer


old city park . . .

a trail of broken beer bottles



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 

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