THE WEAVE:

…Venus speaks…

"I may never know
what it feels like, to hear
one thousand people sing

my song, but I have known
the song of a thousand
frogs in Spring.  There will be

no standing ovation, for my work
in the World, but I have known
the hearty clap of rain

on my poncho, as I walk
the llamas home,
in a storm.

I have been a muse,
so many Times.
I no longer wish to be

the girl in the song,
in the poem, in the dream.
I'd much rather be

the one who is actually held."