Michael LaBrier Poems

I used to fly above the tragedy.
Blissfully. Dumbly.
Not seeing or hearing cries below.
I'd soar and dip and dive, but never touch or be touched.
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Sour Sarah, guardian of right
(and natural scold) ,
prospecting for offense, she sniffs the sentence's every word,
in case a slight
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Oh, the things that I would do
If I just had the time:
I'd do the things I said I'd do,
Back when I had the time.
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