The law degree

By James Arthur Holt

All brave architects,
who lay their pale bodies down
in straight linen:

– your maths were all wrong
– your dreams, however, embroider
your loose and fading fabric

the illusion of straight lines
haunts you/astounds me.

There was never any princess.

a leopard kills a tired chimp
and the fruit grows fat above them.

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I wrote this in Toronto on Oct. 1, 1989.