Litany Poem by Morgan Michaels

Like wary leaves
secrets fall. Here and there aces
trumping the lawn.

True, though,
where they touch ground
there will be good sleeping weather.

In the blue snow, crows
glint like brittle coals-
chatter their inverse alphabet

filling the slips with boats
befriended by ropes, that rock
backwards and aft.

in honor of your dream
fixed like a gold nose to a marble face-
decorous, but pointless.

I visit you with Dean.
You are home- green
wedge of amity!

but like a room
too full of furniture
I bang knees on your words.

Elusive future-
target pursued by arrows-
a pure cause insures a random outcome.

Gilded kid
through whom all guilt is neutralized
temporarily, where are you?