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Michael L. Evans
Final Lament

than the world's end ...
a clown, after midnight,
playing a gypsy violin
in mime. 

TRIAD echoes

These three
we hear loudest:
the moment before birth ...
the whispers of our heart ... that last
soft breath.

* In response to Adelaide Crapsey's TRIAD.

Les Champs Elysees

in Paradise,
through all my sunlit days,
I would still close my eyes - and dream
you there. 


Falcon Dream

the dream takes flight.
Above the wrinkled world
I soar through sunlit skies, then close
my wings
and fall,
a thunderbolt from far heavens,
aflame with one desire -
to rest on her
gloved hand. 


Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 3, No. 2   Fall 2004 & Winter 2005
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These poems are Copyright © 2005 by Michael L. Evans.


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