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Volume 21, Number 120,
April/May 2018


The Morning Visitation
by Wendy Welk

I woke up with a poem.
It vanished, disappeared!
It started very promising,
And eloquent and weird.

I woke up with a poem.
It filled me with delight,
And hit me while I slept-away,
Which gave me quite a fright.

I woke up with a poem.
This poem I must nab!
And jot it down before it goes,
Before life gets too drab.

I woke up with a poem.
So heavy on my mind.
I brushed-away the sleepiness,
And whimpered as I whined.

I woke up with a poem
And really want it back!
I’d like to see it once again,
This poem that I lack.

I woke up with a poem.
It vanished, disappeared!
It started very promising,
And eloquent and weird.