NORTH AMERICAN NARCISSUS
by James L.S.Carter
The 'inflected echo of a loon deflects
From tree to tree, from pine to spruce and fir,
Which in the summer sun still never stir
And which the creek's round mirror-rim reflects.
The 'inverted snapshot cloudless stirlessness
Exactly gazes and uniquely stares,
While in the campsite ageing millionaires
Ogle at youths whose eyes might answer "Yes!"
A Winnebago drives from site to site,
A moving and impressive home for two;
The pick-up's net of strands of glassy light
Ripples the swimming-pool's acrylic blue.
The self-admirer flits. The lonely old
Restless divorcee is left in the cold.