Day 506: Narcissus

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what if Narcissus had tripped
on his way
down to the pool?

what if his reverent kneel
became a cloddy plunge
into the shocking waters
of what reflections hide?

what if,
beneath that crystal cage,
he was undone
by water and wave,

and with silken garments soaked,
and with delicates disheveled,
he relished
in his disappeared
appearance

and swam broadly
as the being
he had been
masterfully meant

to be?

 

if i could re-write his story,

that’s how i’d do:

 

a boy,
splashing in the waters,
free at last.

 

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