Morgan Michaels


Poems of Morgan Michaels

21. 124 10/17/2012
22. 125 10/17/2012
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25. 128 10/17/2012
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34. 137 10/18/2012
35. 138 10/19/2012
36. 139 10/19/2012
37. 141 10/20/2012
38. 142 10/22/2012
39. 143 10/22/2012
40. 144 10/22/2012

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'

[Hata Bildir]