Three Poems
J. Michael Wahlgren

Just Saying

Too sleek, a slipper,
When to your pouring tears.


I can almost
Smell the candles; here; the wax
Is a museum.

the untitled sea

To drop like wavelength in front
Of a crowd. The boy
Who plays, hypotenuse:

Dark clouds of particles.
I observe
The planet that once was. . .