And my Sestina...

Two men walk into a bar…

I was seated calmly by the bar
When it just so happened that two men
Walked into the room. They were curious,
This pair, for they entered the dim
Bar wearing the same clothes and the same heavy eyebrows.
Eyebrows were raised, as the reflections of the two jumped out from the mirror

That hang at the opposite end of the bar. The mirror,
All the way at the end of the bar,
Showed the two men’s similar eyebrows
As they raised them at one another, both men
Having noticed their similitude under the dim
Light of the bar. The men found each other curious.

It became more evident and I became more curious
As I noticed the reflection in the mirror;
That, though grave and looking dim
To my eye, by the mirror at the bar
The two figures of the men
Looked jovial and embraced each other’s similar eyebrows.

I gazed at the pair of heavy scrutinizing eyebrows
And then at the ones being embraced, and was curious
As to what caused the difference in the four similar men.
For the image in the truthful mirror
No longer held true to what, at the other end of the bar,
Was evident upon the two dim

Faces. And it just so happened under the dim
Light that the two men with the heavy eyebrows
Walked up to the same chair by the bar.
And the other two men found it curious,
As they watched from the amiable glass of the mirror,
That their alter egos dueled it out for a singular stool. The men

Had both taken a fancy to the chair and the other men
Watched as the others’ faces lost their little light with each blow, growing dim
And no longer bearing any semblance to the ones in the mirror.
And as one man tore the others’ eyebrows
Off, the men in the mirror were no longer curious
To find out what became of their unreasonable counterparts across the bar.

I sit here alone, at my own side of the bar,
Still wondering and still curious
As to why the two men’s eyebrows could not be like the ones in the mirror.