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Poems By Michael Lee Johnson

 

If You Find No Poem

If you find
no poem on
your doorstep
in the morning,
no paper, no knock on your door,
& your life is poorly edited
but no broken dashes
or injured meter
& you don't wear white
dresses late in life
embroidered with violet
flowers on the collar;
nor do you have
burials daily
across main street,
& no one whispers
in your ear, Emily Dickinson-
you feel alone-
but not reclusive-
the sand lady
still sleeping in your eyes-
wiping your tears away-
if you find
no poem on
your doorstep-
you know your not
from New England.



Moon Sleep

I stick
my hand
out toward
the sea
roll out my palm
I offer a plank,
a trail for you.
Follow out into the water
& the salty stars.
When you stretch out
& give your heart
to the final moment
to the glass night sky,
draw me in
sketch my face
on the edge
of the moon-
sad & lonely
over ages of moon
sleep.


Mr. Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL. after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Vietnam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is interested in social, religious topics, and the need for universal health care in the United States. He is presently self-employed, with a previous background in social service areas. He has a B.A. degree in sociology, worked on a Masters Program in Correctional Administration.

 

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