Mirror Image

MIRROR IMAGE

A woman passed some mirrored glass

And paused to see her image there,

The face was fair

That stared back at her.

And her hair,

Her hair was dark and luxurious.

She patted it and smiled a bit.

A woman stood ‘fore mirrored glass,

And saw an image standing there.

It was not fat,

But slim waist and sleek

Her body,

Her figure was full and curvaceous.

She turned to have a look at it.

A woman gazed in mirrored glass,

Much taken with the image there

That must be her.

Whom else would she see?

Her legs

Her limbs, oh how long and muscular

She flexed a calf and felt so fit.

But the clouds shifted in the sky

And the sun shined upon the glass

And it was only

Windowpane she saw,

No more.

The image of the woman not there

If there’d ever been one at all.