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Poem On My 70th Birthday

Rating: 4.9

After a night of rain
eucalyptus hangs heavy and redolent with damp breath.
Ground fog clings to unmown grasses in the park
where the dog bounds like a joyful shadow.
Everything is new.
A hummingbird balances on a slim branch of spruce
while, unreported by Fox News, a squirrel scampers down the trunk.
Streetlights on timers blink off
and the first lid of light opens the eye of the east.
Drops of rain glisten red and violet on the polished roofs of cars.

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Miles Beacom 15 July 2015

Michael Hogan totally captures the sound, the smell the essence of the moment and feeling of two places, so distant in time and makes them simultaneous by putting the simplest words through his cosmic multiplier, as only he can do. a great poem!

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Michael Hogan 16 July 2015

Gracias, Miles. Un abrazo.

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Gajanan Mishra 14 July 2013

everything is new, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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