Blue Sunday

When I look in the mirror
Who is there?

Shadow kisses, shadow love.
Time like glass.

Nobody but me
Can know the sorrow
That wrings me.

The lightning does not go out.

I wish I could be
The cherry
As spring comes on.

From the index of first lines in Kenneth Rexroth, New Poems (New Directions, 1974). Submitted by Howie Good.