she keeps looking
in the mirror,
hoping that
she will see a different face;
he keeps staring
at her,
hoping that her image
will become clearer,
hoping that he will
see her in a different place;
they keep pawing
at each other,
two wet cats in a bag,
searching for
just a trace
of whatever
out the door,
in some secret race.

April 25, 2010.

Copyright © 2010, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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