reflections simmer
on a brazen horizon
asking tomorrow

reflection echoes
through a deep, booming crevasse
split open above

scattered reflections
ensconced in softly flowed mud
gathered up the rain

reflections alight
pricking the skin to drink red
while their wings glisten

lingering reflection
regardless the day before
touches words softly

this one reflection
glows itself into starred dreams
stead-fast once a month