William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Fate

I’m comfortable with the idea that to some I am an extra serving of dessert, or the dressing on their salad; rare is the soul who sits down to me as a simple, sustaining bowl of rice — a beggar’s bowl, like mine, filled with gratitude, and worn with use, on the narrow road to the deep north.

 
Fate

A shadow on the snow

                   after the last flake falls

       on my old black coat

Poems, Slightly Used, January 29, 2010

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