Two years ago, I was sitting in a crowded rooftop bar in Manhattan (sigh) when the bartender leaned over to tell me I was her doppelganger. I had to quickly access my memory banks to make sure I had the right meaning. It’s not exactly a word I hear a lot, especially when it’s from a young woman referring to me. I dedicate this poem to her, in hopes she is well wherever she may be. You can read it here on page 5 of the latest issue of Tipton Poetry Journal, where it has just been published

4 thoughts on “Doppelganger

  1. Congrats on publication. This poem tells a unique story. My brother once met and spoke with his doppelgänger (Henry Winkler, aka The Fonz), who agreed with him that they look alike. I‘ve been told I look like Mary Steenburgen. I tried to surprise her husband (Ted Danson) by standing in line at the Tucson book festival and buying his book. He looked a bit puzzled but he didn’t try to take me home.

  2. Gene – This is great poem to portray who your doppelganger is or could be and how we all think what it would be like to meet our double, but don’t really give much thought to when our double finds us. Thanks for sharing!

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