I blend into two
refract a mosaic

circle a vast sphere

now museum
now you don’t

outside the snow persists
inside the blanket

if skin diminished
its element

light only a mirror
poor dust languishing

under the carpet
cardboard doubles

witness to years
these piles will topple

under the weight of
their leaning

I give in
to blending

Categorized as Poems

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher