Wednesday, July 24, 2013

narcissus: dead broke

Narcissus lingered long
before her mirrored self

reflected in a river's bed,
lapping, lapping all the while,

her thirst unquenched
as if some fairy spirit wept

and swept away the blinders
man had forced upon her,

binding up a young mare's heart
and fixing her eyes on work.

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