Kusama by James Croal Jackson

Opening blinds in the morning–

infinity mirrors. Sunlight off passing

cars a recollection, each yesterday

our mirrored era. To become

so ubiquitous in the freckling

of city streets, the raindrops

forever dotting concrete–

momentous the window

I each day enter, the full

world a symphony of

repeating balloons.

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James Croal Jackson (he/him/his) is a Filipino-American poet. He has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and recent poems in Sampsonia Way, San Antonio Review, and Pacifica. He edits The Mantle Poetry (themantlepoetry.com) and works in film production in Pittsburgh, PA. (jamescroaljackson.com)