Reflection

Commuting home last night, I saw the sign
reflected backwards in a window pane.
And I read “Bears” in every rounded line,
the B reversed but otherwise so plain
I couldn’t unsee it. “2169″
was nothing obvious – I can’t explain
why even after reading it direct,
the false made sense and begged me to reflect.

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