William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Now and Then

Or the time after the war
my father walked the horse and plow
several miles to the north side of town
and another farm to do a job
for two dollars —

that plow there behind the house,
surrounded by next year’s bluebells,
if you can imagine them —

or him, smiling at his good fortune
and at the vineyard beyond —

less one brother.

Or just the other day,
when I found a butterfly clinging to a leaf,
testing a damaged wing.

And how are you these days?

What joy, what solace, what peace do you bring?

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