BRIDGING THE REALITY GAP

 

(#TBT new poem, same old lost path)

 

The bridge is out

Going nowhere

(As I am)

Expected to walk

My honest path

Somehow stumbled onto a

Yellowing brick road

While the wizard west of me

Hiding behind the curtain of potency

No real name

No identity

Siren sings in his masculinity

Is he real?

Can bots be programmed to write poetry?

That’s what he must be…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens

IMAGE: me on the Suwanee

 

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