Michael Lee Johnson
Showers & Rain
I’d like to see you in showers,
shadows, memories, final hours
that end this rain.
Daisies reveal your simple secrets,
yellow perverted pleasures, complicated,
often unseen mysteries like
Forget your sins & dance with me.
All petals at some point fall
in season come to despair
same as a desperate ending.
I focus on memories now
represent all short stories shared,
a poem or two no one will remember,
a Hemingway legacy funeral,
one family member,
one suicide at a time.
We all wait for our death certificates—
aging bodies, sagging arms, necks with wrinkles.
We drag our bodies around shopping malls
in all shapes, funny forms, walk
around in tennis shoes early mornings.
Don’t stretch out here too far.
Just get our groceries, see our grandchildren,
Lucky Charms, no witchcraft, but Jesus
finds our way home.
Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era and is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, DuPage County, Illinois. Mr. Johnson is published in more than 2033 new publications. His poems have appeared in 41 countries; he edits and publishes ten poetry sites. Johnson has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize awards poetry, and several times for Best of the Net.