Poem April 12, 1969 Issue

ILLUSION

Margaret E. Singleton

It haunted me for many a day
and night, determined to have a say
in all I thought, in all I did.
Persistently at last it bid
and won attention long enough
for me to face it, call its bluff.
That instant saw its vanishing,
not even shadow left to cling.

Margaret E. Singleton

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