Jean the Winged Muse
You dropped out of cyberspace
And into the dog park,
Missing the dog shit
And landing so gracefully in front of me.
Who are you? I asked, confused,
And you replied, Why, I am Jean
And I am your pilot.
Pilot? I said, But where is your
No plane, helicopter, you said,
And its parked in New Jersey.
New Jersey? I said, But this is Connecticut.
What do you care, you said, where the helicopter
As long as you trust me, you will soar.
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I am the author of the novel Growing Up published in 2015. My second novel is nearing conclusion. My poem "Jean the Winged Muse" is inspired by one of my more complex friends.