Oh, the things I break
into dazzling little pieces.Oh, the faith you have
in rainbows.“Love Story”
Poems, Slightly Used, February 3, 2011
My Second Language
English is my second language,
Earth my mother tongue.
Near a wild rose on a goat track,
An avalanche of sun.
A blind afternoon,
Guessing about love.
I said, “The map is torn.”
You said, “Yes. But not ruined.”
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Poems, Slightly Used
William Michaelian 