Her quandary, a rapture

            to which she clings;

                        as if she could capture

            that bird by its wings

And teach it to sing

            the sweetest sad song

                        she ever heard.

Over everyone and everything

            she would rule,

                        all right and all wrong.

Promising a banquet,

            and serving gruel.



Spring 1995


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