by Dominick Basile

Created on: September 25, 2009   Last Updated: September 26, 2009

Looking in the mirror upon wakening

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

You that absorbs us all,

What is it that you return?

On rising the image I spy

Has spent a night in the hay.

Each strand of hair akimbo,

Two eyes Picasso.

Luigi Pirandello's nose,

An aged, white hard-haired chin

Hiding lips allergic to sesame.

All this suffused in a Mediterranean pallor

And yet, though each viewing

Remains the same, each viewing

Surprises.

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