JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Oh would had I

a summer’s eye

to melt the fruit

from winter’s trees

a blade to pare

a promise’s peel

disclose the worm

it’s rot reveal

 

If I could fly

above today

observe the maze

it’s hidden ways

 

Look into

your head and find

tomorrow’s byways

in your mind

 

Perhaps I’d know

or understand

should I say no

or take your hand