Narcissus

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I see Narcissus six times a day
As I go about making my way.

The one on the smartphone screen,
There just so they can be seen.

The one with a voice so loud
Only so they can draw a crowd.

The one just knowing they’re right
So they can draw debaters to a fight.

The one too good to leave a tip
As they give their coffee cup a sip.

The one so marveled and adored
They can’t imagine being ignored.

And the man each morning I see
As I gaze in the mirror looking back at me.

I see Narcissus six times a day
As I go about making my way.