Window Dressing at Broadside Bookshop
Walking midday along a busy block
I stop to window-shop, and when I gaze
into the glass, my deceased mother’s face
returns my puzzled look. I figure out
the store display but fail to find myself
in her confusingly mirrored movement.
As I step closer to the pane and bend
to touch the shadow, her likeness transforms
into my image. Authors and titles
arise on terraced shelves reminding me
our perception of objects is broken
in time and space. Around the corner, church
bells chime, so I stand upright, recompose
and smile knowingly at my reflection.
David Ram enjoys living in the Connecticut River Valley in Massachusetts. His recent poems appear in JAMA, Sport Literate, Star 82 Review, The Naugatuck River Review, and elsewhere.
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