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by Charlie Morgan

opening the near-empty
refrigerator of star dust,
i catch the sun rolling over.

i see my mama's bosom: a left hand.
her right balancing a mountain
of strawberries in her sunbonnet.

barber shops filled with old men
who are giving out bushels of smiles
while the lips of the universe are near-shut.

yet, just enough rain slips through for a grin;
then a cue from stage left: act like you are not.
as a righteous woodpecker tunnels a hole in the air.


Posted on 05/10/2007
Copyright © 2018 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alisa Js on 05/11/07 at 04:25 AM

Thank you for sharing a part of your life with us out here. The trip into your memory lane was quite fascinating.. aloha..;-0

Posted by Dawn Davidson on 05/25/11 at 11:50 PM

this is teeming with lovely metaphor, a very rich read, indeed just enough rain slips thru for a grin..for instance. i thank you, for your work

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