Muse 

  
Moments of muse within the music and the reading.

Yet, one lurks at a slight distance. 

What is his muse I wonder.

Does he feel the energy I do surrounding this day?

Did he vibe to the sounds of the subway transporting thousands? 

Did he adjust his neck tie for the perfect length?

What is his muse I wonder. 

Is it a latte with the perfect shot? 

Or is it just the smell of relaxation? 

Oh, that’s my muse for this moment. 

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