Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Steps


“When she rests in the apple tree —

                              that’s when we’ll harvest the moon.”



       And they took great care with the ladder,

                      not to

              make a sound.




“Son? Do you see her face? Why are you looking down?”



       And that is what he remembers,

                              this day in the burial ground.





       (for a friend whose father has passed on)



5 comments:

Akeith Walters said...

Nothing but beautiful, Mr.M.

William Michaelian said...

That’s nice to hear, Gray. Thank you. And it’s always good to hear from you.

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