Dunking Narcissus Poem by Laurence Overmire

Youth
Lounged by the pool of his face with such
Proud indiscretion, propped on an elbow
Winking
Not realizing his foolish days were
Numbered.

Behind the glib smile that
Tantalized the ladies
Was a hollow space waiting to be
Formed into something more than
Usual.

But only time would deliver
In the creak and bone of
Age, the mastery of the
Finer arts, the imposing of
Rarer beauties, daring and
Immortal.

~ Laurence Overmire