Mike Finley Poems

There surely must be
because of the glory
But obviously not the advertisements
They will not be selling Winston and
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Biking down Laurel Avenue at ten o'clock,
I see a woman sitting on a dark porch
propped up by two-by-fours.
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Sometimes I played out in back of the meat mart,
hoping maybe the Polanskys would see me,
let me into the pool,
let me ride the horses,
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(The birds)

Some songs are familiar, the sort
Of chirp we've heard before
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Oliver Cromwell,
Archduke of Wellington,
Kathleen Keane
and her daughter Maureen
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At least with the prodigal son
when he held out his begging sack
his family apprised him of their joy
and clapped him on the back
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the Rev John Boyce,
a native here
born 1810, died afterwards
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Hot summer night and
my infant daughter has had a fever
and I am up with her now around two
and holding her limp in my arms.
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Is it the voice of the glacier
that rumbles in the rocks

These drawings need no embellishment
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Birds in tens
along the phone lines

Why do I suddenly
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