muses and furies sit on the doorstep of the back
porch of my mind waiting
for a key to be tossed
outside from the slightly
opened window of an
upstairs bedroom seldom
used but always available
for guests, if and when
they arrive, even when
unannounced like these
two who arrived last night
riding the waves of an ocean
fantasy that never made it
to becoming a sleep dream
and like a computer virus
patiently awaits its opening.
25Jul14
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