Tiny fingers tap the table top
pushed to the back of my mind.
Incessant pen clicking follows
furiously forcing a pulse
to rise at my left temple.
The muse ignored
does not suffer this practical fool gladly.
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We are almost at the end of September and I realize I haven't posted here since June. This pandemic continues to confound. It's been...
1 comment:
That muse can be a real bitch huh? I feel this way daily...so inward all the time it's not good for us! We both need more of an outlet, one that gives more often.
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