Enigma
It comes from time to time upon a wind
that wafts aromas fragrant to a mind
now wakened from long sleep.
And yet, perplexed, he is resigned
to yet again concede his own defeat,
a yoked, unequal partner, when they meet
as man and muse combined.
Then unannounced, it parts and leaves him much chagrined.
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A 'Mistress Bradstreet' stanza - 10a:10b:6c:8b:10d:10d:6b:12a
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