i see my face
reflected in a dirty teaspoon
it laughs at me
yesterday is uncomplicated
time wipes tragedy clean
and yesterday glimmers
with a shine it never had
today is grimy and dirty
but tomorrow
it too shall find its sparkle
how do you live in the present
when it is in past glory
that we find the strength
to carry on
mountains collapsed
can rise once more
but today's meadows
hold no promise of volcanos
the face that looks at me
from the inside curve of the teaspoon
still laughs
it seems to know the answers
even before i ask the questions
i laugh back......
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