The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

emptiness laid on a coin
like footsteps on concrete
a light dance sometimes
selfconscious waltzing with the leaves
and the pavement cracks
listening to myself type
from your end of the world
i think aloud
take off your thoughts in front of me
change your ideas
in a technicolor striptease
slowly and purposefully
like a thin nightshirt
not made for night