Everyone steps in a bear trap,
and wears it as an anklet, painful,
invisible to the eye, but making a clanking
nevertheless, and audible even when
we speak of the stars.
Everyone bears a crown, unseen,
a hat with a hole to the sky,
a bit of panache as the world goes by,
and the light falls in, even when
we speak of the dark.
1-4-17
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