White on White

The pool glistens like the snow-white sands of a beach never spoiled by footprints, while the lounge chairs lay to the side like ivory seals sunning themselves and the air is thick with milky coconuts like the breezes of Oahu

...and I, am like alabaster.

 

~ Mk Michaels

 

Shades of Charcoal

Mumbling nonsensical wisdoms
an old charcoal lady sits
at the Goodwill furniture auction like an abandoned chair
bleeding batting from its wounds
 
The cheap soot on her face chafes her words
Until they bray away the order in her musty costume

Dust wisp children at her tattered feet

rise and fall in time with her spinning yarn, until they whirl away….
…and are no more.

~ Mk Michaels

First Date

Sitting in a dark car

like a couple of teenagers coming home too late.

We wait,
the moment pregnant with possibility.

"I'd really like to kiss you,
but the kids are watching out the kitchen window."
"So don't",  I say, knowing you will.

~ Mk Michaels