August 2016
Michael Gessner
mjcg3@aol.com
I live in Tucson with my wife Jane, a watercolorist, and with our dog, Irish.  Our son Chris, writes for screen in L.A. My more recent work has appeared in The North American Review, The French Literary Review, Verse Daily, and others.  FutureCycle will publish my selected poems in 2016.​​ www.michaelgessner.com
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Flyleaf

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Nothing collapses so easily
in the fist than this,
the onion skin that crinkles
like the sound of the word, creation.

It is the twig that bows
in the wind & sweeps over the forearm,
or the peach that brushes
against the peach,

& these are found in pages 
as if among a feathery crowd
of angels jostling in awe
toward the next wonder just ahead.

There, with all the round syllables,
the rustlings of a world
trying to fill us with sense
again.
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-first published in 10x3
©2016 Michael Gessner
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