shoulders back
belly in
posturing for the crowd
the mynah birds
are cackling
the wolves
begin to growl
the looking glass is fogging over
where is Alice
where is Red Queen
fragrant battles over roses
yellow, white and green
I let my capelet drag the carpet
elegant and regal
and walking tall
converse with all the
pelicans and seagulls
they are my subjects
they are my crowd
white pages in my service
then twirling around
I leave the ground and
fly away like a dervish
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