Dry Docked Muse

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My muse left town

no note

no good luck

nothing but air

and blank paper,

actual paper.

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I liked my muse

he had hairy legs

and everything.

When I was thirsty

I always pulled

into his drydock

and got a refill.

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I miss my muse,

I miss his tendency

to pull me with wires

and rakes, hooks

and grapples out

of the doldrums

where I windlessly

tended to navigate.

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When he comes back

he will prop himself proud

on my headboard next

to my guardian angel

where they will laugh long

at my slovenliness and my

dependency until I

get busy.

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Lady A

08-16-13

10:37p

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