Foolish Glass.

There is this pane of glass
fitted next to the door of a tram.

On one of these days,
it stood in front of a pretty lady,
who had her cheek rested on her palm,
and had a faint smile on her face.

Unmoved by the image,
that pane of glass painted a blurred picture
of the cycle that stood behind it
and superimposed it over the pretty lady.

Witness to this savage insult of of beauty,
I wonder how foolish the glass could have been.