UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Phantom bus, phantom bus,
Breeding a doubt in all of us. Will it come or will it falter? Could God Almighty even alter The Schrödinger outcome: real or not? Though on the schedule, it's only a thought, Till, rounding the corner, it comes into sight . . . It's real all right! © 2021 Wilyem ClarkReviews
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1 Review Added on November 9, 2021 Last Updated on November 9, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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