| Michael McGriff |
Brief Elegy on the Tip of a Match
That day I burned a heap of tractor tires
with ten bucks stuffed in my pocket.
What is still most alive are the leaves going silver
like fish changing direction on trees
whose names I never bothered to learn.
Michael McGriff
Poem, copyright © Michael McGriff, 2005
Appearing on the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2006, From the Fishouse
Posted on February 1, 2006 6:37 AM