Poetry by Michael Lee Johnson

 

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.
 


Boat In A Pond



Boat in a pond

abandoned

without oars

tied to a steel post

floats on top

of an artist palette,

rocks sideways with

wind,

edges slightly

west,

the sun sets.

 

IN DECEMBER


In December Miami sun

stands out on the southern

tip of Florida like a full-

blossomed orange,

wind torn sunshine eats away

at those Florida skies.

Spanish accents echo through

Caribbean Boulevard loud

like an old town crier

misplaced in a metro suburb.

Off the east coast 90 miles,

westward winds carry inward

the foreign sounds lifting off

Castro's larynx,

and the faint smell of an

old musty Cuban cigar

touches the sand and the shoreline.

 

Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL. after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer
and poet. He is heavy influenced by Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, & William Carlos Williams, Leonard Cohen. He is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc;
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