A Vision
I once had a vision
or so it seems
She was standing at the mirror
brushing her hair as I stood unseen
under the ice cold water surprised
Then she was gone quicker than a bee
without even a key-I wanted what I saw
to be real but once defrosted I saw no way
that it could be
She never returned and I could not be sure
how she got in nor how she left so fast on
that lonely day of silence unless cats can metamorphose
By J.A. Long
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