Opening blinds in the morning–
infinity mirrors. Sunlight off passing
cars a recollection, each yesterday
our mirrored era. To become
so ubiquitous in the freckling
of city streets, the raindrops
forever dotting concrete–
momentous the window
I each day enter, the full
world a symphony of
repeating balloons.

(originally published in Trouvaille Review, Fall 2020)