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Capricorn Caper
Euterpe
most lyrical of muses
to you I lift my flute
inscribe my lines
My head is risen above the clouds
from whence I look down on thee
My greatest pleasure is observing
how your fingers grasp my pen
inspiring me to greater efforts
When you are joined by Erato
her lyre and flower
playing sweet music
I tremble like a tree
engulfed in storm
my branches shake
my fruit tumbles to the earth
Where intoxicated
I awaken to find
The channel changed
from muses after midnight
to newscasts in the morn
And I’m left
dreaming of two
white and frozen statues
like a goat without a horn
© Johnmichael Simon
2011
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