In the Sun, They All-Pass By Michael Lee Johnson

In the bright sun in the early morning

Gordon Lightfoot sings

when everything comes back,

to shadow thin, thunderclaps—

and drips of rain.

The coffee pot is perking again.

Even though Gordon has passed.

I experience a mix of life.

A blender of the plurality of singulars

mounting movie moving frames

all returning to memory and mind.

The echoes of insanity, a whisper

schizophrenic, Poe’s haunting verses.

The romances of Leonard Cohen

are hidden in foreign hotel rooms,

lost keys, forgotten scenarios

and forgotten places.

All silence skedaddles

away from death stolen

those leftover tears of a lifetime—

now expired on earth—

seek through

pain abstains.

Michael Lee Johnson, a renowned poet from the Chicago area, has gained international recognition with his work published in 46 countries or republics. His several published poems, each a unique and compelling piece, have been nominated for 7 Pushcart and 7 Best of the Net nominations. Join his journey. He spent 10 years in exile during the Vietnam era. Michael has over 334 poetry videos on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@poetrymanusa/videos