Thursday, May 23, 2013


It*s like mirrors, I think, when I read this morning*s inbox offering of yesterday*s blog.  Really I only subscribe myself so I make sure other subscribers are receiving it.  This morning I read it.  Usually I just note it*s there, and delete it.  This morning I read it.  I feel a bit like Alice.

I look in the inbox.
There is yesterday*s blog entry
Which itself reflected
The day before.
It*s a mirror
Reflecting a mirror
Behind me.
It begins a seeming endless looking
Or maybe it*s forward
I can*t quite tell.
I write this today.
I know it will arrive tomorrow
In the inbox.
I will say
Oh there you were
Where are you today?

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