Envy

The fog loiters beneath the street-lamp,

Glancing sideways as traffic crawls beneath.

A soul bereft of body

Clinging loosely to this rib of roadwork--

It eyes me jealously,

Mistaking my prison of flesh

As an object to be envied.

I wonder at such ignorance.

Gusts abrade the mist into nonexistence,

And I, stagnant in my solidity,

Am saddened the breeze has not an equal effect

On this physical form.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Perhaps, this is the best review,
I call it

"Harsh Sentence (10 Words)":
By Frank James Davis

Lonely,
human
body
existence--
sent
to
your
room
for life!

[laurel]

Very thought provoking. But sad.

Goodness, pondering piece here,

like this alot