Sunday, August 14, 2016

Linda Stevenson #14 August 14 Narcissus



Narcissus

This weighs
on me...
the ubiquitous slighting,
snake
in the tempered grass,
hiss;

egocentricities,
the glancing back,
Narcissus.

When did the pretty gods
usurp
our prudent souls?
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