William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

No Foothold

My first thought this morning: If I slept like a rock, it is a rock that dreams.

My second thought: If I slept like an angel, it could mean anything.

 
No Foothold

No foothold on the brooding rock,
or memory of the climb,

only joy in stepping off,
and these awkward wings of mine.

Recently Banned Literature, August 7, 2014

Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature

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