William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Maybe This Is Why

One street over, there’s a light that’s crowded ’round by a flowering wild cherry.

Running past, the stars still out, it looks like the light itself ’s in bloom.

Maybe this is why the robins sing at such an early hour — and why,

When my heart and lungs are full with scent and sound,

My feet, at least for a little while, don’t quite touch the ground.


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  1. You have such a beautiful way with words; how you weave them and have them jump off the page to touch our lives – thank you for sharing (this and so much more of your work)

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