Luck, I
See, has
Been, to
Me, A
Curtain
Drawn too
Long;
Too
Thin, the
Drape; too
Long, the
Nape, that
Shimmers
From the
Ground;
Reflecting
Shadows
Of the
Wall, the
Window,
Trapping
All
Between
This
Mirror
Cavity, no
Laser
Come to
Call.

rjw, 9/13/02