Musing on a Muse

Down dry banks and

river beds the muse

does float away

from me,

no tears shed,

no second thoughts,

poems buried under

poems buried under

the false assumption

that a muse was needed

to write at all

when words never

specifically flowed from one

to the other

yet intentionally did

in reverie


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