Dopplegang

A stranger parallels my line

Padding up and down the strip

Lunging when I lunge

Spooked by my retreat

She's

Thinner than me

More graceful

Almost suave

And strong

Muscled thighs propelling tiny steps

Maybe we're related

Despite her lefty stance

I do detect a faint

Resemblance

Familial surmise

Maybe she reflects

My future

Or my past

Maybe if my inner mirror was more

True

She'd look even more like me

Or I like her

Maybe with unclouded eyes

I'd know myself, and knowing, become wise