That Y in Miser is Me: A Melodrama

I had thought to hoard your beauty,

to store it safe and proud

in that place where you’d amused me

and none else would be allowed.

But you crept out through the tower,

and you burst out into World.

Now you perfume your universe

with circus, peacocks, clouds. . . .

while I stay locked in duty

with my memory and my

                                              (shroud

      almost I wrote. A miser’s booty

      lost!!! Hyperbole for the horde.)

--Duane Vorhees