Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

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Best Poem of Morgan Michaels

I Wish I Were Young, Again

I wish I were young again
with lotteries to win
when it was always Spring
and I could smell the exhaust
and hear the mower slay the grass
as I lay drowsing, the sound
borne in by the breeze that under the window
came chiding ''up, you scow,
there is nothing to do but everything
and time to do it, now'.
and, turning, exited
the way it came in, in.

I wish I was a kid again
my first kiss still eons off
little knowing yet
from whence it would come, or where;
unsure it would please, or how;
or if, when it finally came
would it linger or ...

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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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