William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Auld Lang Syne

All these years later, I still find sadness, beauty, and hope in this little Bojangles of a poem. While we look back, let us go forth into the world, even if it’s where we’ve been all along.

 
Auld Lang Syne

I haven’t been this drunk
in a long time,

said the poet
to his dog

who had
died

years
ago.

But the story really begins when daylight licks his face.

Poems, Slightly Used, December 31, 2009

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