the missing components .....The mirror had been in the outside pocket of my knapsack
soft fur...........................for as long as I could remember
the fruits of wishful thinking.......it was nothing but an unframed piece of mirror glass --
the sound of water.........this week reflecting (for the most part)
cold water......................only the darkness of its customary confinement.
deer appeared in the woods....................I held it in one hand
brown grass on the hills... while with the other hand I brushed my unwashed hair.
a flowered dress..............Traces of unexpressed sorrow lingered in the corners
cold water......of the lopsided smile that confronted me.
his body............... shimmering in the early morning light............... the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... licking herself as the sun went down ........................ come on across to the Internet............................ on the outskitrts of town .................... a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... footprints.......................... ........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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