Morgan Michaels Poems

Daphne is talking with her mother, Gaia.


G Child-
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In just a bit I'll remember what I forgot.
Never doubt it. I, myself, do not.
(And while we await synapse, I'll just jot down this poem)
for that's the way of memory, long and short,
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An apple lost us Paradise.
Grapes are likely to be sour.
Plantains are lewd- please,
do not even go there;
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In the dark I can make it out
just before sun-up
gilds the gray wavelets
with its salmon breath:
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