MISSING THE MUSE with the lady of the house on indefinite vacation a
distant but familiar quiet settles in “Amuse
yourself for awhile” were her parting words “I’ll
be back when you least expect me” I
look around take
inventory of all things put on the backburner while
we engaged in artistic foreplay, intercourse a
mountain of dishes each
glass and plate caked with a pleasant memory of
our time together layers
of dust over furniture and floors gone
unnoticed while we played tag on the computer and
so amid an intermittent flurry of cleaning to
ensure all is in order upon her return I
catch up on reading poetry,
short stories, a novel or three words
upon words to refill the wishing well into
which she and I tossed lucky pennies for our thoughts best
of all though it’s Spring a
chance to stretch my legs outside amid
warming winds and that star of stars rising
steadily higher in the sky I
salute the Canada Geese returning home sweet
reminder of a magical time emblazoned in the memory when
a very special gal and I first met upon
my return to a still empty house I
slip Pirates Of The Caribbean into the DVD a
story with a happy ending where
just before the closing credits beneath
an outstretched Jolly Roger I’d
swear the girl in the movie winks at me as
the Black Pearl steers north ©
2004 Chris Sorrenti
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