Today's poem is by Mary Ann Samyn

Wish and What Happens

—Back to the fe fi ho hum of it. Don't flatter yourself,
I told everyone else in my row on the plane. Or,
kind of did. Nothing could be more delightful
or more fearsome than the good rage I'm doing privately.
Do you consider yourself marked for luck? If so,
stoke it. I went all the way that way. Someday
someone will come after us; you can bet on it.
Someday they'll say she was to him a mighty holler.

Copyright © 2006 Mary Ann Samyn All rights reserved
from The Laurel Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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