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Michael Sean Maloney
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Michael Sean Maloney
Michael Sean Maloney
Apr 27
i like most things
i like most things
the green feathers
of the parrots
a thousand shingles
of autumn light
long rugs
of snow
i
like most things
will only be here
for that pullpush
of breath
the briefest brush
of the sun
a tremble
of rain
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Michael Sean Maloney
Apr 26
it rained today
it rained today
and what remained
of the leaves steeped
in the cold november shower
seeped
and stained
the dark
of the wet sidewalks
such
is the clutch
and release
of power
the transfer
of light
within the sky
such
is how we hurt
and heal
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Michael Sean Maloney
Apr 24
september now silenced
september now silenced
the cicadas
and a well
of wind coned
across the ocean
spitting earth
with elemental pace
meanwhile october has stepped upon the stage
meanwhile the flowers lean into last light
meanwhile the sunsets whisper
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Michael Sean Maloney
Apr 23
the crows complain
the crows complain
of october rain
an autumnal fuss
they can’t sustain
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Michael Sean Maloney
Apr 22
ruffled
ruffled
into rust
dust wind
lifted
drifts
of scraps
puddle
into piles
spill
and clutter
into corners
let us testify that everything is an energy
let us agree that kindness is a necessity
let us embrace the details that call light forth
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Michael Sean Maloney
Apr 21
red the last leaf
red the last leaf
clipped undone
and swept
across my path
what will bend
will bend
what will break
will break
scrapescrapescrape sings
the god of all things
and then her silence says
bend
and then her silence says
break
and then her silence says
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Michael Sean Maloney
Apr 21
with a pale parade
with a pale parade
of its confetti
of dead leaves
winter has arrived
i am accepting
of all seasons
each
with its bounties
and boundaries
its rewards
and regrets
in his sermon
a priest once said
that life
in the absence
of pain
would be hell
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