Glass
He thinks he knows her.
but in fact he has
never seen her
except through the
refraction
of glass.
Lesson for this week: sometimes when you turn a line over and over in your mind, trying to work out how to turn it into a poem, someone is waving their arms wildly in the corner of your vision trying to tell you that the work is already complete.
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