2025.04.22: Silver Lines
The silver line runs
faster than you can look.
It is a mirror
that is polished by
the fishermen, the teller,
a girl on her way home.
The other line
is not a reflection;
It is a door
the way it closes as you look ahead,
to keep two places separate.
In any other place, you wouldn't
see it.
But here,
to look, is to feel the wind and
hang on.