That boat I see,so close to me,
its color so dark
and different from mine --
it irritates.
That slick of oil,
that tiny drifting blemish on its cheek;
and, yes, they've got good numbers,
but they got the damn things backwards:
what's up with that?
Offended, I reach out to brush
that leaf -- or whatever it is -- away
and only then I find --
surprise! --
That is my own reflection there;
these tasteless imperfections
mere byproducts of the mirroring...
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