Living Image


How many years of bad luck
now to have shattered

the thousandfold mirrors

of the housefly’s eyes
your image

polarized refracted
to a scatter not

at all like pollen
into blinkable grits

if your pixels 
are nothing but bright

photos stay dry
or words lack freight

and the girl
who turned from her window

to yours
in the blur 

of respective trains home
has not quite

forgotten that 
yet.