Morning Call
the world / still / here . [ 1829 ]
Flower House
As hot as it is, as dirty the air — I could leave it there, except for the three hungry babies in our hanging basket, and the juncos, who have given us their trust again this year. . [ 1826 ]
Weather Report
heavy dew . . . bare feet / sunrise / hummingbird / watering can . . . . [ 1825 ]
Gentle Rain
Sleeping on the floor . . . a gentle rain soaking in . . . . [ 1824 ]
So So
So old you’re young, so young you’re old, So gray you’re blond, so blond you’re gold, So here you’re gone, so there you’re home, So prose your poem, your poem’s a rose. . [ 1823 ]
Old Today
I’ll be old today — love what I love most — ferns, moss, stone — come hither, friend, and be alone. . [ 1821 ]
So Strange to Me
Watching dead people on TV — it seems so strange to me that everyone we meet is image-stuffed — in love with Marilyn Monroe, or some such — cat in your lap, soft furr, purring during drug commercials — and didn’t she/he/they die of an overdose? didn’t we all, our fingers bent and dumb from texting? . [ 1820 ]
William Michaelian 