Humans are all the same; Change is too expensive; Mercurial we will remain.
Yet you will wrap the hair of your young
cub in dandelions: her name is July.
The soft apple shape of your own
infant face, lying in the lap of gold
fur, your mother, the cleft-lipped
lioness.
Paw through the roots of fig trees,
to be cont'd .
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