Elegy On Rt 9
Proteus beneath our wheels,
shapeshifting God of the Underworld hungers,
longing for music as laughter,
stars that sparkle in young eyes.
He takes what Hebe gifts,
lacking such grace Himself.
Wheels pass:
Proteus sleeps,
sated until the next passing,
waking with a song to feed again.
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