RAINE REFLECTIONS

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© Christopher Raine

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You see it in his eyes


in the dull cataracts left behind


when spirits withdrew


like winter shadows


in greyscale landscapes


you see it in his walk


and in the way clothing hangs


like wet laundry


soaked shoulders slumping


dripping heavy with weight


you see it when he smiles


and looks pleased to see you


he’s never been better


maybe he tells you


a self-deprecating joke


a hangman’s grin


beneath a stitched hood


you see it in every detail


when you stand there


before the mirror


brushing your teeth