Kings and Queens

 Glasses for Trump

You can call yourselves kings and queens but 
The people who bake your bread don't like you
And you will never have what a sparrow gives
 to those who wonder as it flys 

The brilliant sky is here for all
Above all the atrocities 
And there are stars for the shortest living dragonflies
Once
I was pampered I was spoiled 
and when you yelled at me in the car with windows rolled I
I watch ed the light flicker in the trees
As we drove down the hill glimpses 

Of a sea of land viewed
From a giants hand 
wove tight into my memories
The birch trees
Say black and white just right and the colors 
Where Anyone can go
Where the grace is

And men who are kings
With many things
In their sleep they don't know it

The smell of a smile
The love of a dog
And the life contained within 
 the dream where you wander about

Free from this world
Yet contained inside

You kings and queens
Are not alone
Your rules and postures
Your sing and song of long beaches of history
As the tide comes in

Contain us all
Held loose held tight
In a ball of light

R. Bueneman
March 2017