Morphis And A Reflecting Pool

By Maurice Rigoler

Morphis isn’t top-notch:
half a brain gray matter,
the other half scotch.

With a curious eye,
he peers into the reflecting pool
filled with blue sky.

He finds the scene so gorgeous
he blindly plunges in.
But reflections can be dangerous.

And to his sorrow
the water proves less than deep,
in fact very shallow.

With a severe concussion
his head in plaster
Morphis listens to a discussion

by his pyschiatrist
who relates an ancient myth
about a boy named Narcissus

and similar other fools
and the dangers of diving
in shallow reflecting pools.

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