The last time I was struck by my Muse?
Oh, God it had to be the sight of him
hailing a taxi at Lexington
and sixtieth. We had just had lunch
at Bloomingdale’s and although we had
never lived together, I stood there
as if in an empty apartment,
my throat swollen with grief collecting
the few things that were truly my own…
one thing was absolutely certain:
another poem would not come for years.
Hurt, bereft of creativity,
resigned to a precarious future
I slipped, wordlessly, into the crowd.
Dennis Rhodes poems have been collected in Spiritus Pizza and other poems, Entering Dennis, and most recently, The Letter I. His work has been published in The Jersey Journal, New York Newsday, Fine Gardening, Ibbetson Street, Alembic, Chelsea Station, and many other publications.