For Calliope, Young MuseFor Chloe
As gift it's small, but just for you
I pen these words of fondest admiration.
Nor Mississippi's sweltering sky blue
Nor Atlanta's best nor in all the whole damn nation
Could anyone find a sweeter smile than yours
Or slender grace and beauty. Ah, lucky Jeff,
To have the chance to shower you with furs
Or kisses. The loom of fate has warped and weft
A briared path for you, my dear, but all
Have seen the grace with which you tread its ways.
It is my wish, upon this wide world's ball,
That we shall have your smile through many days.
Much luck and health to you, my dearest lass,
And may we see your troubles soon to pass.
copyright E Glas Durboraw, March 1, 2002