In the unscrubbed mirror: Mannequin

This is the first of a series of short poems inspired by photographs I have taken over the years in Latvia.

Mannequin, Riga

Zigrida, your arms
Used to embrace me.
Now you watch
From your upstairs window
As I pass below,
As the long parade
Passes below.

In your dream,
Things are surely different.

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