walking across a slight patch of earth
that interrupted all this concrete,
watching a robin’s sudden
spread-winged swoop
into the heart of a nearby tree,
his boot heel freed a sliver of mirror
from the clutches of grass blades
and sent it skittering out onto sidewalk
where it rested against a stone
the angle caught the contents
of his left hand,
fingers loosely grasping
the brown paper sack
he picked up the shard
enough mirror to cover his palm,
to show the full expanse of his face,
he set it down at the base of the tree
propped between two roots
where glass waited to catch
the next set of eyes
to reflect what it could