Walking Mirrors

    The rain washed the streets clean.
    I walked with a clear mind
        that reflected everything --
    A walking mirror, I surveyed the city.

    I met her on the corner,
        looking in a bookstore window.
    Finding her, I found
        I was looking for someone to walk with.
    Her reflection shimmered in the window
    I reflected on its beauty.

    Together we walked in the falling mist --
        one glimmering avenue and another --
    We walked arm in arm, with open eyes
    Reflecting each other,
    Walking mirrors of the day.

After Caillebotte

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