By Michael Lee Johnson

December 24th, I find footprints in this snow, yours frozen, our broken dreams.

Will your lawyer Grinch my wallet, fleece me while I pray to Jesus Christ tonight?

Even the devil stoked in flames has standards, jukebox baby.

Even Jesus suffers with the poor, feels lonely on winter moon distant planets.

Don’t torture me, let me drive you home in our old Mack dump truck.

Hear these sounds, new records on this old radio.

Care to dance a new waltz

renew, no mirages just free no chains−

or drift back to those old vintage footprints−

fog covering over old snow?


Michael Lee Johnson lived 10 years in Canada during the Vietnam era and is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada.  Today he is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois.  Mr. Johnson published in more than 1062 new publications, his poems have appeared in 38 countries, he edits, publishes 10 poetry sites.  Michael Lee Johnson, has been nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards poetry 2015/1 Best of the Net 2016/2 Best of the Net 2017, 1 Best of the Net 2018.  184 poetry videos are now on YouTube  Editor-in-chief poetry anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze: poetry anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available here  Editor-in-chief Warriors with Wings:  the Best in Contemporary Poetry

Do not forget to consider me for Best of the Net or Pushcart nomination!

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