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Michael S Simpson
Poems
Dec 2011
Since
Since my mother died
I have lost both
my clothes
and skin.
Every gust of feeling
blows straight into
my torn paper heart,
makes my bones
rattle.
Friends, your beautiful poems
like huge looming waves
threaten now
to overwhelm,
crush
sink
my tiny boat,
so frail
so fraught
so mortal.
I read
and bail
for all I am worth
beset by the image
of the gypsy moth
airborne
in that last instant
before the fire
consumes it
utterly.
Written by
Michael S Simpson
74/M/Grass Valley, California
(74/M/Grass Valley, California)
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