Poetry by Michael Simon

Posted by on Dec 22, 2013 in Michael Simon, Poetry | No Comments

Holiday Cur Sings

Ambition has no season. Nor does
blessing or curse, two presents we long for
and fight against in any season.
I have been given a bone with a bow.

I carry it into my dark kennel,
gnawing away with purpose, with passion.

I will not savor it. I will not be sated.
We are both hopeful. We both howl.
We both lived in cages that are locked
each night. We both dream, and whimper.

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