Morgan Michaels Poems

Like one kid, happy with cherry
in the melt-down heat of June
leans to another, happy with boysenberry
and 'trade me a lick of mine',
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Nothing cast in stone
there is still good form
commutative at best
but sometimes not
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After the overnight rain
puddle-jumping, hopelessly late,
this morning, cab-spotting,
full of too-do's and to go's
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I love my milk-green pitcher
Molded to exactly the shape you'd hope:
Base-bulbous, flared at the mouth
Perfectly pinched at the waist
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What is the difference between Ukraine and Gaza?

a) nothing
b) the US Congress
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Following its tracks
in the dark we met with the
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Through a dark hole in
Memory's frozen lake
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'E-mail', he growled, 'is surely responsible'.

It was as though the word 'lease' was a foreign concept, unknown to area shop keeps. Used to the rigors of Carnegie Hill, he relaxed into the relatively Carnaby-esque atmosphere of the neighborhood, guessing that at least here there was no danger of restaurants leaving town. High rents can kill a city, he mused, or drastically undercut its diversity. It's happened before. There ought to be a law.
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After the interview he walked downtown along the avenue wondering if it was a good or a bad interview, and, if good, why it had been a good interview and, if bad, why it had been a bad interview.
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