Queen Revisited
I'm sitting
Each elbow is the base
For column
My chin sits on top of
The crown
I am thinking of Queen
Of my life
Fall's sky and sunset
So I Walk
On skin, has fine face
Too much change in Parkdale
(Old village near lake)
Men, women get older
Not Queen; town's center
In them both
Trickery, the oppressed, addiction
Shame was then; and is now
Turn pages; see numbers
On West-Queen 999
(House to poor with torture)
And 13 juxtaposed with 13
Gallery; once was jail.
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