before noon

when apollo discovered two extra muses wearing blooming digits on the slopes of a barking mountain fallen leaves avoided the palms of the insane every moment before noon


Music fails to touch a spiderweb,
Sappho’s doppelganger is laughing into a tulip.
(She lost her spectacles in the 15th century,
went back there wrapped up in Soviet newspapers,
wearing a traffic cone as headgear,
and returned endowed with webbed feet;
her lovers have never read a book.)
Music fails to touch a spiderweb,
mosquitoes generate legions of muses.