"...chanceably..."

[mfwilkie]

Look at these words as they fall from the mouth
of a muse who's dancing to Trevor Immelman's
drive towards the green in Augusta.
I think she sleeps with the theories of Pope
leaching from her iPod. (The pain in my ass.)
I wish she'd free me to limp
with Lorca, with Wright and that sparrow. With Walt.
Free my struggle with two left feet.

[David Nelson Bradsher]

I think it's you've spelled them golfer's name wrong, Mags, but I'm not certain. Nicely done. Find that rhythm, babe.

[ramadevi]

I also enjoyed the rhythm! nice job!

[mfwilkie]

Thanks, rama.

[Nan]

Maggie, I thnk your muse freed you long enough to wirte this poem of eloquence I enjoyed it.

Nan