Poem August 8, 1970 Issue

CALL

Margaret Singleton Decker

I thought that I would have to wait
to see what lay beyond the gate,
for it was locked and I inside
had vision only garden wide
with twig-blurred glimpses through a hedge
barring road and distant ridge.
Then suddenly upon my ear
Truth fell, soft but pure-tone clear.
Truth to lead through leafy wall
that never had been there at all.

Margaret Singleton Decker

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