William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

All of Us

Adults, intent on fences, wishing their backyards were bigger.
Children, on swings and trampolines, as light and free as birds.

May 16, 2021


All of Us

I climb the corner pine, my cousin ahead on the branch above.

It’s our birthday month. Higher and higher. Needles and bark.

When we come down, we’re sixty-five. Some say age. I say luck.

We run a race. We hide. We throw clods. We dodge and duck.

Fathers. Mothers. Sons. Daughters. We listen to them talk.

And then — some of us are gone. And then — all of us.

Some say time. I say luck. After lunch we’ll look for frogs.


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