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If You Find No Poem
by michael johnson
If you find
no poem on
your doorstep
in the morning,
no paper, no knock on your door,
& your life is poorly edited
but no broken dashes
or injured meter
& you don't wear white
dresses late in life
embroidered with violet
flowers on the collar;
nor do you have
burials daily
across main street,
& no one whispers
in your ear, Emily Dickinson-
you feel alone-
but not reclusive-
the sand lady
still sleeping in your eyes-
wiping your tears away-
if you find
no poem on
your doorstep-
you know you're not
from New England.
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