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Hmmph. It's not always a gift, in my eyes.
Sometimes I'd rather read a book
or cook a meal
than open myself to the Muse.
In fact, her showing up
and demanding my attention
brings to mind the guest who arrives
with cut flowers wrapped in paper
just as I am putting the finishing touches
on dinner.
I appreciate the gesture and the thought—
truly I do—
but not NOW! Now is a bad time.
Nevertheless the poet is right.
The Muse, once refused,
is off like a shot,
hightailing it out of town
as quick as cockroaches
when you turn on the kitchen light
at midnight.
Refuse her one time too many
and she'll stop coming around at all.
It behooves me to make room for her
whenever she arrives.
How churlish to refuse her offering
with the lame excuse of a previous engagement.
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