Morgan Michaels Poems
|1241.||You Better Be Bad When You'Re Young||8/20/2013|
|1242.||Young And Now||9/18/2015|
Clouds under heaven fly
Winds over meadow hie
Through kept field and forest wild
Rambles my motherless child.
Leaves along the alley fly
Over the valley ravens cry
Higher than the mountain lies
The land of the heart's desire.
Aunt Fritzi Ii
always there, when-
ever Nancy came home from gallivanting with Sluggo
that sometime visitor from the other side of the tracks,
sitting vigilant, reading the paper
in smiling deference to Pascal's advice
to dodge unhappiness by sitting quietly in a small chair; what,
by lamplight was she reading, forever? The obits
the classifieds? maybe the funnies?