Morgan Michaels Poems

The owl in the barn
behind the house
is a bird of much cortesia
who, though he stutters,
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So, here it is:
the end of the journey, all that chilly sweat,
of quagmires breached, of tendrils torn and elbowed aside,
glassy centipedes, mosquitoes, sizey as birds,
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Many who'd settle for a dream-come-true
Heaven showers with the what-will-do.
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How many times does a dog bark
in the night, the same two-tone bark:
black. red. black, black, red-unseen,
never tiring or growing hoarse, the
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Rake your hair, shake the debris
into bags and store them under your eyes.
Paint your cheeks the azure of the skies.
Open the cupola window-
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Not rough like a train wreck or a car wreck
or loud like a cat fight or two neighbors
shouting angrily across an alley by night
about nothing much at all; but quietly, more
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Fee-fie-foe-fum
Mans need to moralize random outcome

Fol-de-roe and fol-de-rol
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The screen door creaked open.
The plein-aire sun aimed blinding white shafts
at the plated seed-boxes, heating up their hulls.
Inside, Marcellina made her mournful confession
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'Hey', I said, aiming the hey downward
toward a pot wedged in the corner, carefully planted
two weeks before with seeds of batchelor's buttons
according to package guidelines
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