Morgan Michaels Poems

Sandpiper, Sandpiper
at land's end
on dozens of legs
you chase the collapsing waves
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Oh, to be young once more
youth scenting the hair,
an easy conscience, a vision clear
taking the stairs two
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'Steady as she goes....'
Rilke said 'Ich lobe...'
so we must, I suppose;
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Now it's the spoils of Araby you'll be after
Icci, once, that is, you conquer
the Saban kings and bring the
fierce Mede to heel.
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'There is also the pink flash and the blue flash', explained Tom.

They were sitting in the Santa Fe, at a table covered with red-checked oil cloth. Before each stood a drink in different stages of consumption. As usual, Tom had a dark green bottle of Heineken; Billy drank punch; Mat, something gin-based, Cal, a Cuba-Libre. From time to time a young French waiter came by to see if anyone needed anything.
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Bringing my bird-like beak to bear
Not sharp, mind you, but incisive,
On rubbery crustacea, caught,
To their embarrassment,
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What for you is true
or isn't
usually depends on how many
surrounding you
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Nature's intentions
are the incidents of dream.

Nature, dream,
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Who owns it,
the vegetable race?
the flower?
or the bee that pollinates?
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