The Donkey's Lament For Months Without Matilda

[busker]

If this is my best, it might be down mountain from here. It's from my book, Strange Lines to Matilda. Matilda is my earth muse. She's my faraway limitation as I scale my own Purgatory.
It was hard to write until the virus came. Before that, she was there. Now, I'm not there.
But I'm here right NOW.

Happily Matilda has graduated high school; so we no longer have to deal with that barrier to our education.

I doubt that Matilda exists. It's a made up name. No one knows anyone named Matilda. Even in Australia, the only Matilda we know was last heard waltzing with a swagman and a jumbuck 100+ years ago.

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I find it fascinating that you have all these books upon books of poems, all unpublished. Like the one about ronnie's asshole.