How could she do it?
Write a better poem than mine.
Create a WONDER world so
Full no other sphere
Is left to me.

Oh rogue woman,
Painted as a sweet old lady,
Cane gathering sympathy,
Catching thoughts
Ideaed so fully that none are left for me.

Nothing.
No way to capture creativity’s glow
On my turf, a race un-won.

Ah ha!
I think I’ve got it.
Sing a song, she won’t
Follow me there.
Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
August 1, 2018