For Calliope, Young Muse For 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