A reflection

One sunny afternoon, the poet expressed some concern
that there was nothing in his life but a popularity contest.
And then Platocrates burst out laughing, although it was
hard to say whether at the sound of the poet’s lamentation
or at the sight of a seagull trying to befriend its reflection
in the mirror he was holding.

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