To Sir Ulrich Von Lichenstein
Do you think a leopard
Can change his spots
While using the stars
To connect the dots.
Chase after windmills
Without a plan?
Better a silly boy with flowers
Instead of sticks in hand
Change your stars and spots, I say
Unless ephemeral dreams evanesce away.
Cling tight to the etherized gas
That slinks yellowly by the window pane,
Through crowded supermarkets and
Across faded leaves of grass
Before it is gone, and never again.
If a knightly leopard holds flowers in his hands
And talks anahata to the anteloping moirae
A leopard can change his spots
Change his stars
Change his lot
To live as he pleases
Amongst glittering dots.