Treasure Island

Morgan Michaels


Poems of Morgan Michaels

1. # 8/11/2014
2. 100 10/13/2012
3. 102 10/13/2012
4. 103 10/13/2012
5. 104 10/13/2012
6. 105 10/13/2012
7. 106 10/13/2012
8. 107 10/13/2012
9. 108 10/14/2012
10. 109 10/14/2012
11. 110 10/14/2012
12. 111 10/14/2012
13. 112 10/14/2012
14. 113 10/14/2012
15. 116 10/14/2012
16. 117 10/16/2012
17. 119 10/17/2012
18. 120 10/17/2012
19. 121 10/17/2012
20. 122 10/17/2012

Uprisings

Up slides the blind and out of remotest heaven
from a perlmutter sky
falls the pure, the Brownian, upward drifting snow
casually but surely, in high-blown whorls;
on the rail has settled a bluish inch.
'It's cold', croaks the bird, on yellow, thin legs,

so I rise. Snow fills last years rifts and sifts
on sticks and galls and nodes of last years'

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