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offerings uncontrived

I closed the window
Prufrock-like
since
I don’t know it will make a difference
in
mythology

I hope to keep the heat out
and
the air comes in the back
where I left the window open
some

and there
“The Open Window”
and
was that by Saki

so I’m thinking of stories
while
mind unwinds
as
in manifest
a time

and shall the muses without offering
nonetheless be pleased
with me

well
here are time and energy and my
one coffee of
the morning while dealing with
illness

to hope there’s a libation in there
somewhere

c l couch


(“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S. Eliot; “The Open Window” by H. H. Munro, “Saki”; the muses in the ether and when they visit Earth upon our heads and in our hearts)

photo by Ciocan Ciprian on Unsplash