Beautiful, singing words —
somehow you end up
stacked like
bricks.“Poet’s Lament”
Songs and Letters, October 13, 2008
Together, Alone
As deep as a worm, as radical as a plow.
May it serve as a proverb for now.
A church and its graveyard, at the convergence of roads.
A cart ’neath an oak, in the hollow of a palm.
A poet with a shovel, near the end of his poem.
Together, forever, alone.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Songs and Letters
William Michaelian 