Morgan Michaels Poems

Non-roses, yellow frills of breathing dew,
flirtatious apparitions
flapping stiffening petals like houris their dancing veils,
along the jagged thorns of a non-bush
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Spring has come again. To say it's all changed
is scarcely an understatement.
Not because the sky is swamped with new blue.
Not because those usual markers, the red and yellow flowers,
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'Cheap, ' shrieked the bird.
'Ain't, ' I demurred
Half-asleep
'Cheap, ' it spake.
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What might you have been,
or, grown, become-
those fleshy dunns and pinks?
A scourer of the skies? A swift?
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Out of the ego's slime
bubble super-personae.
Where shall they drift, in time?
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'Travel is broadening'
It's true what you've heard,
And opens the eyes in many exemplary ways.
For example, a couple years ago,
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Burns-dead, white male you are.
today's your birthday, as the fact is.
Let's go downtown, take a
cup of kindness
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'So, my husband, you are dead, ' she whispered before sleep finally came, 'then, so am I.'

The next day she told her family about the dream. She didn't look well. Her hair was uncharacteristically uncombed, her clothes in disarray. They listened respectfully but glanced at each other meaningfully. Mad, poor girl.
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