Morgan Michaels Poems
|1041.||Yin And Yang||7/14/2013|
|1042.||Yin And Yang Ii||7/14/2013|
|1043.||You Better Be Bad When You'Re Young||8/20/2013|
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.
You too, rich enabler, have slid into the gray of memory
with no captions and no forwarding address
convincing us that most lives lived before the fall of such
are mere decorations of themselves and therefore waste;
that only in life lived 'round the corner, in vacuity,
is truth, (always what we define it) makeable, so valid,
anyway, and truly affordable.
Still and all, of legacies chary, we've got to pay the bills.
We are well-worn trails, drinking small, Dutch beers from