Mimic By Katherine Horrex

My arms are folded. Glancing at you I catch you quick-glancing at I, and a moment later your arms become folded. It's like a dance for the reflective and shy. Or a game of cards where I lay down mine and you show me yours. Unwittingly, feelings are broken; remoulded. And through this hall of mirrors dance they lie confirmed. our arms are folded.

Copyright © 2008  Katherine Horrex

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