William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


Just after dark, two women in their fifties, home from work,
one out to get her mail, the other stretching her legs on the sidewalk
after her drive home — both offer a greeting and a smile —
and I feel like a little boy on a merry-go-round,
turned by fate’s precious little girls —
who kindly do not laugh
at me.

March 3, 2020

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