She Escapes from the Tower

This house is the queen of the neighborhood,
rambling with gingerbread and a small tower
behind a stone fence set with polished agates,
thundereggs the size of your head.

Today a pigeon was calling from the roof
for spring, for a mate: Lonely, lonely,
come and find me on my tower
behind my stone wall.

Maybe we're wrong about Rapunzel.
Maybe she was afrad to leave her tower
for whatever reason, until the prince
said I'll help you but you have to come down.

She cut off her hair and wove it
into a silken parachute, double-thick.
She knew the first step was the hardest,
down the stair, out the unlocked front door.
So instead,
she jumped!

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