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Michael Lee Johnson
I Trip on My Poems
(version 2)


In the night when poems
are born, I search for the hidden words,
secrets stretch inside my metaphors
Even near my tender moments
when the images blossom into rain flowers
I trip on stems cut my way lose to nowhere.
I go there to see what I can find.

 

 

 

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