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The Juggler of Midlothian
He steps away from Cicely, Alaska
He steps away from the reception desk
He steps into the center of the lobby
He steps up and sends into inner space
Tennis balls Tennis balls Tennis balls
Tennis balls
Tennis balls
More tennis balls
TennisTennisTennisTennis balls
And calls them back into his hands again
His name is Leto, pronounced like Plato
Only without the P; his text is Dune
Frank Herbert’s Dune, and he is Leto
The Emperor, in exile for a time
The tennis balls evoke the worlds he dreams
And this one too – nothing is as it seems
(I’m a plodding Dostoyevsky man meself)
Note: Leto is a desk clerk at the Midlothian (Texas, not Scotland) Marriott, who welcomes early-rising exiles with merriment, wisdom, and orbiting tennis balls.
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