Correspondence With My Muse

         Correspondence With My Muse


         Note to my muse left on the piano:

           "Work has worn me down, and I
           leave at first light; the yogurt
           in the 'fridge is out of date, but
           the eggs are still good; let the cat
           out, if you see her."

         Later: when evening has come...
         the porch light has expired
         and I fumble with the key and the door

         Somewhere before dawn
         I find my muse's note:

           "Wake the seeds I planted
           in the garden; the piano
           is tuned a half-step flat;
           call out for chinese, or pizza;
           the night is young; the cat &
             I will be back."