Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

Revolutionary Snow

Michael Lee Johnson


Poem dancer,

Russian yellow in revolutionary white snow.

Am I really Yuri Zhivago

Hidden in this funeral procession

Held high by pallbearers, looking at my dead father?

Lifting him up stairs into the Russian Orthodox church?

Only for the sake of snowflakes & the pouring

of aged Vodka on the casket?

Only for the growth of rebellious youth,

the sweet aging of wrath?

Does a somber poet lose his flavor

Of word and dance & turn to medicine—

like children finding meaning

in racing around rooms and mazes

holding hands and losing direction

before their breath stops, the punctuation dies?

Poem dancer Russian yellow in white snow—

50/50 the poet dies alone.

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Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, Illinois, after spending ten years in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is interested in social and religious topics, and the need for universal health care in the United States. He is presently self-employed, with a previous background in social service areas. He has a BA in sociology and worked on a Masters Program in Correctional Administration.

Michael Lee Johnson has just released a book titled The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom, about one man's journey into exile over the Vietnam War many years ago, his struggle, his survival, his road to recovery and strength manifesting itself through his prose and poems.

© Michael Lee Johnson

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