.
My muse left town
no note
no good luck
nothing but air
and blank paper,
actual paper.
.
I liked my muse
he had hairy legs
and everything.
When I was thirsty
I always pulled
into his drydock
and got a refill.
.
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.
.
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.
.
Lady A
08-16-13
10:37p
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