Her Politeness
by Kay Ryan
It's her politeness
one loathes; how she
isn't insistent, how
she won't impose, how
nothing's so urgent
it won't wait. Like
a meek guest you tolerate
she goes her way--the muse
you'd have leap at your throat,
you'd spring to obey.
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Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.........