Regal
Her fingers grip this world so carelessly,
a day is lost as easily as her word
all left to fall to the dirt or grass,
or float away down gutter and drains.
On she dances through all her days
towards the possibility of all her
elaborate dreams and those fairy tales
she knows are bound to come true.
So she constructs castles and towers
high above the roofs of the town
that she sees as little more than
a dark shadow across her faraway eyes.
She ignores the men calling out to her
promising her something far less
than her visions of romance can give her
as her due, and the smiles she bestows
on their every awkward gesture or phrase
are not the promises they think they are,
but the indulgent whims of a princess
for the crude obsequiousness of her subjects.
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