Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

the many spaces
left unwatered...
this summer
I throw all the rose petals
(wilted and unwilted)
at your feet

***

nothing left to give...
your eyes fill
with things (even tears?)
I dare
not say

***

sun setting...
my phone call to you
left unreturned

***

nothing left to give...
even the wishes
we make
on a star
die off

***

will you stay
with me?
your eyes say,
boring into my heart.

***

so much to (be)hold...
in the swaying wind
the blade of grass
toughens up
from a ladybug's grasp

***

nothing to lose--
I find myself
(my mirror)
in you


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course.)