Let a good poem
Slip by, die, it and others.
Just lazy I guess.

Could have switched
On the light,
Snagged a pencil,
Noted the notable.

Instead convince yourself
When morning came
The indecipherable
Scribble would have,
Yes, Have, left me stumped anyway.

Cuddle back down
In my feather thick and pretend
That the thought will come again
Another day.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
4/1/18