Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Reflections of a Selfie

A head of thinning, greying 
hair, dark empty eye sockets . . .
all other facial features
disappearing in the dark
cloud of unknowing background,
then half a torso . . . lit up 
by a bedside lamp, and yet
no sign of personal touch
but for the trace, this poem.

A selfie . . . 
much ado 
about nothing.

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