The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 11 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 11

Longing for Wolfe Lamb gently falls asleep and dreams
Haunting nightmares abound in which Wolfe is ravaged
Savages dressed in wolves' clothing skin her alive
Drinking her blood in their dance of life
Ceremoniously killing my spirit
Lamb is rudely awakened drenched in cold sweat
Relieved to discover that Wolfe is alive and within mind

Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years...

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026