The Mandala in the Mirror   I’m sunning myself on a bench in the center strip of Broadway.   A youth I recognize⁠— I used to know his mother⁠—   strides across the street, carrying a tall mirror.   I’m thinking of mandalas, and as I start to chant this to myself,   out comes […]

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