William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


After two inches of rain, these lungs are best understood as sails, and this body a creaking, yet willing, ship — the air is that promising, that fresh, that clean.

Seagulls on the city streets; the homeless, some just waking, others still asleep.

The great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn — if these clouds persist, will Christmas still come?

History changes with the wind. It is the wake of the glad vessel, Present Tense.

December 21, 2020


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