Her politeness

It's her politeness
one loathes: how she
isn't insistent, how 
she won't impose, how
nothing's so urgent
it won't wait. Like
a meek guest you tolerate
she goes her way - the muse
you'd have leap at your throat,
you'd spring to obey.
              Kay Ryan
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