Muse No More

by Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
My muse doesn’t appear anymore.
I crane my neck, night and day,
over the fence, over the shrubs,
like a balky buzzard waiting
while graying.
I just can’t see the face,
a Selene that once shook my imagination
as I watered my light green melons.
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davidehrgott

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April 9, 2016 - 18:08 Muses are a dime a dozen. If you lose one, you can always find others.
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

April 9, 2016 - 22:29 Hmm, it gives me an idea.

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