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Apr/May 2002 Poetry Special Feature

A Muse Ing

by Shelly Reed


 

A Muse Ing

One right click
and the parachute of my soul
opens in a city confined
within the muse of a web page,
where the repercussion
of punctuation
can be deadly and imagery
so manufactured it may
as well be made of wax
and preserved
in some museum
as a bad example.

 

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