Two Poems
J. Michael Wahlgren

En Route

wasted my time
For a year
or more keeping
your silence
preen as
a horse
mane & motioned
for a relief
pitcher to throw
outside & walk
around the main
facts. A signal was
seen: truces
remained as deign
as handshakes: angels
falling between.
I noticed the sky's
gilded layers
in their core. You
lured me in like
a trout to each hue &
believed in me until
I delivered on-
time news.


I motion fast. If you ask
My name I'll tell you

My life story, how I
Harvest, how I bail.