That’s the hardest part of it since

I insist my muse do the work,

not me. At least most of it. 

So I wait and listen, feel and

free associate and recall my

dreams and surrender to the past.

We have lived it together, she

and me. Sitting on the train tracks,

waiting.  The train is running late.

Ho ho, that wasn’t fun was it!

Lighten up, Mu!

(For https://dversepoet.com)