Baby it's cold outside!

Poem

To capture the moment

To feel it's pulse

To see the stream has been muddied

I am busy reshaping the stars

I cannot be bothered with your

Earthly pleasures

All these rantings and ravings

Have nothing to do with magic

Only the ears of butterflies

And birds

And the delicate moths

Matter

Let the Angels in

Let them into the Market

Now

Feel, see, and breathe

Jack Micheline's last poem
February 25, 1998
San Francisco