SELF REFLECTION by Richard Dinges Jr.

Walton, Nebraska

SELF-REFLECTION

Somewhere buried in
gray cloud folds
a face forms. My idea
of eternity looks
out from sky's hall
of mirrors. I look 
back at myself
looking down. I
pretend I am 
mightier than
my own imagination,
then slowly merge
into something more.
An icon plastered
to ceilings where
no one looks up
becomes my mirage.

~Richard Dinges, Jr. works on his homestead beside a pond, surrounded by trees and grassland, with his wife, two dogs, two cats, and seventeen chickens. Alembic, Steam Ticket, Toasted Cheese, Queen’s Review, and North Dakota Quarterly most recently accepted his words for their publications.

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