POEM -- "Sigh" by Thomas Herr
By Thomas Herr
Like a reflection on a clear pane of glass before me.
Consumed by such projection
Like a reflection on a clear pane of glass before me
Life floats before me faintly
Like a spirit passing through warm dense fog
Like a hazy reflection on the windshield
Like an image of what is not there
Like a ghost of a nervous rabbit
Like the King of Ice Cream, I am not.
For I see too much through tears.
I have been invaded.