Michelle Claus Poems

across this solitary landscape
of cold uncertainty

we are a wild wind
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There once was a family Weiss
Who thought it would be very nice
To climb really high
And mingle with sky
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I'm steadfast as a train
Trundling through a summer rain
Or winter drift. I never veer,
For my track is laid out rail by rail,
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sifting through this fog
boundary ceases, hoary
thick indifference
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On the one hand,

no matter the breadth
of composition, our flesh
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Mortality's been on my mind.
Our story is quick and unkind:
At once we are born
fulfilled and forlorn.
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(Dedicated to free-spirited girls Everywhere)

Along purls a girl named Emmalene
with her toes afloating in-between.
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Our Courtship was a 64-count box of crayons –
one gorgeous array of promised perfection
that came with a built-in sharpener.
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Momentarily,
we become the beautiful axis
whirling as a dervish
in the melting clock
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"Beauty surrounds us
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it." - Rumi
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