William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Precipice

Approaching the dam, you see the floodgates are open, and that everything below it and before you is bathed in cool mist — the oaks and the brambles, last summer’s grass, the mounds of half-melted granite looking for all the world like a giant’s tears. And you think, what is your own body if not a kind of dam, and what are your eyes if not floodgates? What are your thoughts, beliefs, and old tired notions but great rusted hinges about to break free?

 
Precipice

Not what was said

but what you would say

if yours were the first words

ever spoken

Recently Banned Literature, November 30, 2015

Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature

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