PARISON
They say glass is a liquid
that’s moving very slowly
Too slow for human notice
But after a century or two
a wave piles up at the base
of window panes. We live
as if we are immortal but
fear that love will sputter out.
No, what is true: We are dying
as slowly as glass pours down
the mirrors where we study
our own haunted reflections
but how I love you (yes that face)
will never shatter or die.
© Maggie Jochild 12:06 am, 29 May 2011
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