The Man in the Park

That man is a mirror
reflectively passive, and sitting still
beside the park fountain
Doves hop around him
from bread crumb to cracker crumb,
or looking for fallen thoughts- it's hard to tell

and I'm not sure what the difference is.

As he chews a toothpick absentmindedly
I notice he has the whitest teeth I've ever seen

Author's Note

Another first draft.

Reviews

[Casey Lou]

I really liked this :D
I encourage you to use capital letters when needed, but wow, this poem stuck out to me.
It's extremely unique, I really liked it.
Looking forward to more of your writing.