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To A Muse

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How do we do it amid hissing,
teeth gnashing,
tears?

I lead.
They run away.

Yet…

When last comma finds a place,
when final scene takes stage,
words have caged them.
Trained me.

Truce struck.
Contract signed.
We smile for the crowd.

Backstage
a new story outlines itself.
Battle lines drawn,
claws twitch in their sheaths.

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~Nara Malone

 I have edits to turn in next week and the new book is about to take the stage. The muses and I have called a truce in the next word war  to pen another 55 for the G-Man. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.

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