Wrinkles in the Mirror


He loved
Only once
With kisses plentiful
Planted along lover’s cheek

He fell
Only once
With ripples abundant
Perishing along the shoreline

He cradled
Every hour
With moments infinite
Wrinkles rolling along this cold, mirrored surface

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

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