Epistle^5 Poem by Morgan Michaels

Epistle^5



where, fighting butterflies, I shot to the Eleventh floor
and before there was time to introduce myself
the receptionist produced a sealed envelope
containing not one but FOUR sample lenses
for which she refused all pay! 'Here', saying,
only smiling mysteriously when I asked 'Are you sure'?
and stammering 'Tell Dr. Wong I said thanks! '
I shot back down and out into the stubborn sunshine.
Passing a stand on my way to the bus stop
well-stocked with granola bars, I bought two-
still munching, the bus appeared in less than a minute:
I boarded, and from many empty seats,
chose one and sat down...

Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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