POINTS ON THE GRID
George Bowering
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THE HEART OF LIGHTNESS
At your touch
..........................the window cracks,
collapses in big glass sheets,
and policemen gasp at the smash.
.........Millions of mirrors hover around you,
vying for your blessed preening,
.........but caprice often touches you——
you put your finger against them,
.........and policemen gasp.
You are perhaps looking for a glass planet,
.........an ice palace in space,
.........where you can be first lady, queen,
...........................................chief of police,
.........purveyor of the looking glass,
you alone inside a circling population of your image,
.........all pointing their fingers at you.
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