How Royally Avant-Garde Am I?
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Mark Heathcote
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Don't tell me it isn't so—
as if I needn't ever know?
There's a peahen at the centre
of every pert-peacocks breast
who preempts a secret willingness
to sit upon a feathered nest.
Don't tell me it isn't so—
as if I needn't ever know?
She'll be his north and south
-his east and west
but as soon as
the pendulum begins its full
swing-slowing turn into rest.
He'll be off-off like a songbird
with his soul soaring high.
Off singing like a hummingbird
how royally Avant-garde am I?
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