My Monarchy
A queenly mood has overtaken me
As I reign over this suburban street corner
Sweeping my coat past a passing dog
And encircling my hair in a silk scarf
I channel a woman who gets her way—
Yet for a long, long while, I didn’t have a “way”
It’s taken my own internal coup
A revolution against the ancien régime
To find this unexpected monarch-in-waiting
And draw her gracefully to the surface
Now, no place is too mundane to show her off,
Even this damp intersection on a drab street—
It’s nowhere, but I’ll dress it up with a feeling
Of knowing as I stride along— almost nobly
- Meredith Alexander Kunz © 2019
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