Mirror

I accidentally took a peek
At myself
Through your eyes

Right at the moment

You took a peek
At yourself
Through my eyes

Are we two people or one?
And are our eyes windows
Or are they mirrors?

music is jewels
hung in sky between my eyes
water laps my feet

nonwidowhood

mom’s not a widow
she’s still married to my dad
even though he died

she brings him morning glories
he brings her one pure white rose