Directing the Master Scene in the Mirror

We’re standing behind you

The window is your mirror

We‘re filming your reflections

In the window

You can see

The teardrop on her cheek

The other tear — is in your hair

Reach up and wipe the tear

With your thumb

Roll the tear on your fingers

As if water — is on the wings

of a butterfly_

Now, your face is dry

You point and say something

Insignificant like

“See that gas station down there.”

Vignette for Love Divine.

Are you old enough to be here?