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At The Muses' Sorority Rush
The sisters told me how to be a Muse
sung by some college poet: I must lose
the habit of dependence on my shoes;
to walk, on campus, barefoot, or just socks
or hose (and careful to avoid sharp rocks
and shattered glass, and other such debris).
And thus adorned (and deemed, thus, beautiful,
among those few) enter one's poetry
and frolic in the phrases of his soul
with gentle, gracious gestures, shoelessly
expressed; never to damage or abuse
my entrance, or the privileged inspiration
that I bestow on him with delectation,
with all the Muses in sorority.
