By Ashley Niedzwiecki
I am a reflection in the window,
faded, mingling with tree tops.
I float above a rippling pool
encased in concrete,
no more able to flow freely
than I am to fully exist.
My face is masked
by the florescent glare
on the square pane
that separates me from myself –
the square pane
on which my very existence depends.
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