William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

My Second Language

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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