patience

i will let you be poet,
paying homage
to another you call muse.
i’ll stick to prose.

i will let you be poet,
find passion
in her arms, her eyes.
i’ll stick to prose.

i will let you be poet,
won’t hold you
to rash promises.
i’ll stick to prose.

and when she leaves you,
as muses are wont to,
i shall, like one starved,
help you gather the pieces
and write prose.