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Trixie My Whirly Twirly Muse
Trixie is my muse, and she is sassy and opinionated.
Her ideas trump mine each time.
I am amazed and amused as she takes over each poem.
She takes no prisoners, and laughs at my consternation.
Assertive? No. Aggressive actually.
Determined. In charge.
Capable? Certainly.
I can hear her giggling when she wakes me
Usually around three a.m., the witching hour.
She blows a trumpet, clogs, whistles.
Whatever she has to do, to get my attention.
I start a poem and bam.
There is an ending I had never suspected.
Not occasionally. Almost every single time.
Trixie is my muse. She is a whirly-twirly girl.
She lives dazzling and sparkling.
She is joyful, and enthusiastic.
I am so lucky she is my muse
even if she smacks me upside the head sometimes.
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Caren Krutsinger
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