Treasure Island

Morgan Michaels


Litany


Like wary leaves
secrets fall. Here and there aces
trumping the lawn.

True, though,
where they touch down
there will be good sleeping weather.

In the blue snows, crows
glint like brittle coals-
chatter their inverse alphabet

filling the slips with boats
befriended by ropes, that rock
backwards and aft.

in honor of your delusion
fixed like a gold nose to a marble face-
decorous, but pointless.

I visit you with Dean.
You are home- green
wedge of amity!

but like a room
too full of furniture
I keep bumping my knees on your words.

Elusive future-
target pursued by arrows-
a pure cause insures only a random outcome.

Gilded kid
through whom all faults are neutralized
temporarily, where are you?

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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