Reflection
She is quiet
as a cowering child
hiccupping waves
creeping in to her eyes.
A new dawn and the sky opens up for her
but she is blind.
She cannot see.
She is beauty
like a
strong and steady
cold on the top
burning inside.
And she can’t see it.
She is walking in the snow
and she cannot remember
were it is she left her boots
crest fallen seagull swoons along side
of her
speaking to her
remembering July
during brighter skies
when her eyes
could see.
Kelli Backstrom 12/11/09
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