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Yesterday, you were
quixotic while I
came from lazy beggars. Yesterday, I
was obedient; buttoned up from the lips
down, waiting for a king’s summon.

Then, his majesty came out, knocking
on my
sun stained door. He arrived erect,
like a statue of a king
might, speaking assertively, made
up of upper-class
things.

I stood small. Barely reaching his knees.
Pushing myself to
abound in poise, to receive him equally.

We drew cards. When he smiled, I matched it.
When he threw wit, I caught it
in reciprocation.
I baked his boasts in cinnamon and
ate them as dessert.

By his majesty’s departure, he had
narrowed in volume.
Shrunk and blushing, he requested
me,
as a future gift to himself.

Now, I sit with his once luxurious crown,
recalling his Utopian image that left with him
yesterday.

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6 thoughts on “Standard

  1. Stunning-yes cleverly done your self…”I baked his boasts in cinnamon and
    ate them as dessert” Mmmm! Deliciously concocted line. Just outstanding all the way around. Very well written by an impressive young poet

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