reflection in a store glass window

you catch a glimpse

of yourself

in the plate glass window

of a store

near

christmas.

behind the glare

is a tree, the lights.

a train circling.

there's claus, there's snow

and ice

there's a reindeer too

pulling a sled

throughout

the night. but it's it not

all that

that you ponder

and stare at,

it's you,

you alone, bundled tight

against the cold

that catches your eye.