LAST CALL (for muses)
November 29, 2012
I’m the only one revising,
As the only sun arises,
My night’s intermittent work.
For now the mulling over is over.
For I know that morning lover lies, & stuff
Are starting up, & Will follow.
Parting’s such “Set one up neat” sorrow
I said, out loud,
“He’s sad, & Proud enough.”