Storefront reflection
beyond the selection
of succulents and ferns for sale:
a smoking male
age 60, I think.
Timeworn, jowls sink
towards neck wattle.
Shadowed cheek, mottled.
A mole above the upper
lip. He looks sidelong at the supper
line. Charity, tender wrinkles and thoughts
silent as rock. Forget-me-nots
behind a smear: the window-washer missed a spot.
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