Morgan Michaels


Listen To Your Feet - Poem by Morgan Michaels

I'm tired of pacing these mean streets-
Dragging me dogs along these hard-packed,
Rope-smacked, chalked up, sun-streaked sheets
Of glittering concrete- lots cracked
From breathing and exhaling summer's heat.
Streets that brook no posture but the standing
Grinding arches, heels and bridges sanding
Bringing to mind no plan but quick retreat.
So, I pledged my feet a Wicklow shillelagh
And a green hill to climb up and down
And a while naked underground
Steeped in hot sand, beside a racing lake
A summer's breeze to floss between their toes
Then, up-propped-up, a nighttime of repose.


Comments about Listen To Your Feet by Morgan Michaels

  • Gold Star - 10,072 Points Heather Wilkins (8/20/2013 8:04:00 PM)

    those streets are hard on the feet. a green hill to climb would be a pleasure good write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 19, 2015


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