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Confession II
by J Michael Wahlgren © 2008


To fiddle my way back,

I could steal brine.

Come even keel with the sun.

Ever-pops, into places

unknown—

subtly crossing seeping lake:

(you can tell by its’ sequins),

slowing down

the tides. We will—

separation station,

erodes. Collective

unity poises into respect-

fulness, To fiddle

my way back,

I could steal brine.

Come even keel with the sun.

J Michael Wahlgren has been published/will be published in Snow Monkey, Perspectives Magazine, Beauty/Truth, iddie, admit2 & elimae. He plays guitar for his grey & white feline in Boston, Ma where he is the editor of silent actor & The Flask Review. His first chapbook of poems entitled "Chariots of Flame" will be released by Maverick Duck Press in December.