William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Until We Meet

Maybe I should burn all of the others and keep this one.

January 17, 2021

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Until We Meet

What if we think of words as bells,
each with a sound that’s just arrived
from a great distance — across fields,
down mountains, over graveyards,
swept along alleys and streets,
and of we who ring them
as angels without
names?

Songs and Letters, September 24, 2008

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