No Poetry Today

My imaginary friend
will not come out to play
So no stories 
or poetry today.
She can sometimes 
be that way. 

So I’m gonna 
take her for a walk
We’re gonna 
have a little talk 
And soon the blues 
will leave her soul
And she’ll be back 
fresh and whole.

Muse on go slow.

Never force it or it will wither and die

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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