Be a flower on a hill
grateful to die in
someone's open palm
surrender and be strong
stronger than the will
not to
perhaps fracture
in two
the body, dormant under the finger of a caress
the mind
gone Earhart
but that says something
something harsh
something less than you wish
a black check against your white expectation
(Words in Italics belong to William Michaelian)
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