Monday, June 23, 2014


SHHHH—POET AT WORK

        The poet slouched, near prostrate in his chair,
        a tablet on his lap, a pen in hand;
        his eyes were closed or narrowed in a stare
        making it hard for one to understand
        if he were then communing with his Muse
        in bliss, or merely taking a short snooze.






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