Imposter Poem by Tom Berman

Imposter



I am the imposter
within the poet
imposing on your innermost
tweaking at your heartstrings
in the heat of summer
grinning to see
how you react
to my perceived
oh-so-serious façade

a malevolent imp
making free
with others’ emotions
positing good faith
laughing behind the bushes

crying to myself
when evening falls.

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Tom Berman

Tom Berman

Hronov Czechoslovakia
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