Stand here, where without too great a turn, my eyes meet your eyes mirrored. And my eyes in the mirror, your eyes.
Whatever's to either side of us runs out of the frame and is lost. What's behind us is lost behind us.
Reduced to picture, we can appreciate our picture, reversed but right side up. Our lines of sight are straightforward—the surface glassy, clear.
Simple and astonishing, the location of bodies, grandly irregular in the smooth surrounding echo.
---Keith Waldrop
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