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the lady with thinning
lips looks at him thoughtfully
and unwraps the garment
around her head, purple cloth,
regal thoughts. she is not aware
how she ages or what a hero
is. the bread in her hand, forced onto
the names of ducks. flying to
their southern love, purple flags,
regal smoke. crying for the speed
of the sun, she feels the light
of the seas, streams of the living
guard, purple swords, royal blood.