The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

the morning comes
between slates
white and grey

             open the blinds
             and outside
             brueghel's hunters

    return home
    in their twodoors
    and hatchbacks

          their dogs tired
          their pockets empty


                                      the snow reminds me
                                      of many things
                                      the soft powder reveals

                         tracks
                         bird  dog  man

                                          how I want
                                          to sleep  how
                                          i want to practice

                             ekphrasis on your
                             body  how I want
                             in the hours


          before morning
          comes  between slates
          white and grey

                    before I open the
                    blinds and

                                      outside