Introspection Reflections Uncategorized

Look alikes

My old family photos;
little, black-and-white,
white-bordered circus
fun-house mirrors

the reflection peering
back at me is not a true
replica; more a police
artist’s puzzled rendering
of what nine different
witnesses describe as
the same bank robber

I look at me and see that
someone else staring back
in a very clear-cut case of
not-so-mistaken identity

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.