Poems of Morgan Michaels
A Chinese Radical
'C'mon', I said, 'admit it. It doesn't really say anything. Or, it says anything you want, rather. Of course, it's pretty and all'.
We sat by the river at an old card table, sipping green tea from small cups. It would soon be evening and the moon was due. The table was not lame and the tea did not spill, nevertheless. Nearby, some yellow willow wands decorated with new, green sprigs dangled actively when the wind fell or rose passively when it blew. Some small tree spiders were busily spinnin