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

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    • Biography
  • ABOUT THE POET Michael McGriff
    • Poems
  • Sudden Poem for the Last Hour of Winter
  • Coos Bay
  • The Field
  • Ash and Silt
  • Brief Elegy on the Tip of a Match
  • Mother Expanding from the Piano, the Light, the Whales
  • Iron
  • Lines Written Before the Day Shift
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