Where Could I Have Wandered Off To? Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Where Could I Have Wandered Off To?



I am sitting alone.
Looking across the way I see a reflection.
It is my own.
I wave.
My mirrored self responds in time.
Crows speak with geese in the distance,
Competing with passing cars.
I hear a sound not unlike a sigh
And glance back at the window where I saw myself,
And nothing is there.

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