Tuesday, July 13, 2004


You sit there calmly.
You brush aside anyone
that doesn't meet your approval
with cold disregard.

I can see your
youthful, graceful body
in a royal robe
with a jeweled crown
on your black silk hair.

Queen of Hearts? No!
Queen of Diamonds? Maybe.
Queen of Spades? Surely.

But you're not a queen.
Actually you're not really anything.
I can't imagine why I
thought otherwise.

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