For Calliope

winter yawns weary breathe

upon my creasing brow

I stand up and look about

for unused fields to plow

 

turn under words laid in haste

seek wisdom from the wind

track my eyes all around

to see what might descend

 

herein lies the marker stone

of what I think I’ve done

truth be known, outside of me

an unearthly sprite does run

 

she visits as I’m sleeping

and when I’m hard at work

never pausing long enough

for my values to assert

 

still I seek her council

looking towards my harvest

will it be found bountiful

or leave me empty hearted

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