mirrored glass

"mirrored glass"

A draft slips beneath the heavy cedar door,
neither a gale of the high peaks, nor a sigh

        but it finds marrow. 
                 Such bittersweet pivot,
                         this calibrator of pulse,

   stirrer of ash in the hearth we left cold.
Like a sudden rain on dry eucalyptus,

I am undone again by what I cannot hold,
the joints of my fingers losing their grip
on mirrored glass.

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