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Self Portrait in the Reflection of a Watch Face

I walk past my theater seat, my restaurant table, my own house.
Above me, roses burn like fanatics, rupturing the sky.
I see violets between stones. Then I see the wall.
A child mime learns to shape what is not there.
Her hands are my hands.

This poem appears in the 2000 Anthology
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