petite elm leaves
fell upon the school playground
like wedding confetti

~
Bangle jangle
Strings of Mitra beads
Ankle-length sheath

Suzanna Hoffs
Painted lips
Shifting hips

Testing the poisons
Of her dance steps
Directly into the camera
~

I grew up in a dynasty
Protecting what was mine-asty
And keeping it all shine-asty
Which seemed to be just fine-asty

Soon I began to pine-asty
As things did not align-asty
My troubles would combine-asty
I needed some refine-asty

I called  myself your Highnes-sty
And sat back to recline-asty
From all the nonaligne-asty
That caused me to resigne-asty.
I’m going to confine-asty
In a places that are mine-asty.
ljm