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June 01, 2005

In the stream

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this is what it feels like
when the muse drops you
like a hot potato

and you become
a plastic chicken
heading beak first
into an orange throw rug

Oh lord
I hope that
never
happens to me

then again
it wouldn't be
without
creative potential

Photo note: the window of a pediatric clinic, there were a few goldfish too.

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Posted by Dakota at June 1, 2005 07:03 AM
Comments

Oh Dear Dakota,
I can't stop laughing at both the photo and the poem. Thank you for a wonderful image I won't soon forget...I'll try to avoid offending my muse(s)...being dumped or dropped sounds awful. Mrs. W

Posted by: Mrs W. at June 2, 2005 05:26 PM

Riding those fine tuned Portugese stallions will serve you well, my dear, when it comes to staying on top of the muse. xxxooo D

Posted by: Dakota at June 3, 2005 09:00 AM