See Breeze


See? She breezed in
She breezes out
I told you what
Her type’s about

She can never
Hope to be

Among the likes
Of you and me
Who are elect
You will agree

Like some
Unrealistic fable
Unfit, unwilling
And unable

I’ve waited
For you to see
(And now you do)
How right I be!…

Yes, she goes
From place to place
With our egg
Upon her face

She goes ever
Elsewhere to
You’ll tell her to

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