Optical Allusion

Like the baby who first
sees himself in the mirror
and thinks he has met a stranger,

we shuffle through the old photographs
searching for the one we used to be.
But no matter how many times we smiled,

no matter how many times
we combed our hair and acted coy,
no matter how many times

the camera made us small,
we can only guess the fate
of this smiling, young stranger

who once resembled us,
this smiling, young stranger
we hold like a fortune in our hands.





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