Morgan Michaels Poems

Not in a million years
would he put up with you
your bourgeois twists, your lies,
your foolish, pettish ways-
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'She sat in a tulip chair, naked, reading something-what?
a National Geographic atlas, I think it was.
Every so often a page of light turned across her bosom.
She talked about places she wanted to go, the sunny window behind her
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Ripples from ripples
lives ending and beginning
bluegill-fishing
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Down the drain, water,
Funnelling faster, faster,
Fastest at the last
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I will tell her boy, not her.
He can tell her anything he pleases.
I myself told her not a word.
Intrigue makes life interesting.
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Daffodils. They nod
in throng, 'It's come again, now-
Wow, pass it along.'
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Into a cereal bowl last night, I spilled
an entire packet of seeds-Cosmos bipinnatus;
the bowl was half-filled with water-
the needed soak step before planting.
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She was a good old gal-
unwed, un-bred,
that, counting her marbles well
and knowing herself worth more dead
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Poet to Peasant:
'That suit of clothes, your only,
is one too many.'
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