“Big Hemlock (for Mike T.)” 1982

The day slips quickly
mixed with angry clouds and blue
my hair is tousled as the leaves
the breeze is tearing tears from me
and autumn asks me who you are

We found the bluest bird out on the highway
bright and warm, still, broken
passed from hand to hand

And now the tallest treetop steps
you kill the saw
and all of heaven seems to jump and run

its only death has made me dizzy

One response to this post.

  1. Nice one, Mike. Though I’m sorry about the bird.


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