It glances at me from the corner of its eye
which sags and wrinkles
like collapsing sails.
Best of all it loves the bright, cold Autumn sunshine
to show its defiance of Christian Dior.
Sometimes I say, "I'll show you who's boss around here,"
And, witch-like in my kitchen, I brew strange potions
guaranteed to cure
the worst reflection.
I've heard witches have instantaneous results
but my flushing face would make them green with envy.
Perhaps I should ignore it for a while.
But not too long lest Nature plays a cruel trick,
catching me off guard
and upping the stakes.
I might wake one morning to find a double chin
and that would be adding insult to injury.
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