Writing, the Morning After
Last night I dreamed a thousand poems --
each one clever, touching, or true.
Alas; when I awoke, they all fled
like bright, wild birds startled from a garden.
All I have now is one pale parakeet,
dancing to a shadow in his cage.
Copyright © 1998 by Peggy Ben-Fay Hu. All rights reserved.
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