'the leopard and the crown'
i wasn't born
on a bed of feathers
but here i am
the clouds almost
in my hands
it took six springs
before the crown was light
on my head
now i look at these diamonds
so empty unless
they reflect another's light
the dream i don't bring
to the seer:
a leopard penned up
her teeth on display
under the winter moon
i leave my window open
trying to recall why
i came here
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