She is beyond her portrait’s smile.
She teases a feather under noses
of those who attempt to mold all
by one yellowing blueprint.

But she is like a motionless wind
held by trees of empirical rulers.
Measurers of properly sewn fields
whence grow only ordained grasses.

Thus she will remain unseen
by all who make society’s feeble restrictions.
Waiting to break away and blow new seeds
for new unwitting rulers to define.

Remove some branches from the trees
and let blow the changeling wind.