Mirrored Shards

To bow to one’s mistakes

Is to behold mirrored shards

For everything that once appeared in you

Is but temporary

As the inevitable risk of shattering

Make remembrances oh so precious

For such reflections may never appear again.

The bridge with pink sky behind

Where gray tenements renew for well endowed

Spires of building hubris

Replace children once of roller skates

Now of smartphone madness

Fresh flower stands

Now of silk imitation

The mirror of today

Being thrust across the avenue

By those sheltered behind reflective loss

Can’t be seen

Waiting perhaps

For the next shard event

To be