I met my muse today, a red tulip
with cherry lips open to the sun,
a chalice of daylight held up
to my thirsty mouth.
Another day she comes as the moon,
large marble making arcs above,
giving herself away until she’s gone,
then returning, becoming seed
and slowly sending white blooms
into the night again.
Tomorrow she might arrive
on thunderous waves of the sea,
brine in my eyes and throat
or the soft caverns of shells strewn
on shore, a reminder
of the places I long to dwell.
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