in front of the steamed mirror
naked
and wet
a towel half
around me.
i see my parents.
there they are, the lines
of my father
engraved.
the worried eyes
of my mother.
the hair line
the shoulders,
they way i lean
towards
the water to wash my
face.
it says nearly
everything there is to say
about who
i am today.
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