Wednesday, July 20, 2011


“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)


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.

Edebiyat Üzerine said...

so nice.

Edebiyat Üzerine said...


William Michaelian said...

I appreciate it. Thank you, and thank you for the link.