Michael Philips


Colleagues Who Die - Poem by Michael Philips

Colleagues who die
kept in my rolodex
alive in circulation
flipping round in ritual
procession,
propped up by the living.

Looking for someone else
I sometimes encounter one of them
like a lone winter leaf still clinging to a tree
A silent abandoned phone number, a boarded up building
Touch the card like the Vietnam Wall
The name, the title, the unfinished business
A little flag saying I was here.


Comments about Colleagues Who Die by Michael Philips

  • Rookie Linda Preston (3/28/2005 12:08:00 PM)

    Yes, this one definately works for me. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Carol Shaw (2/15/2005 8:59:00 AM)

    Michael,
    Good images in this poem. In the end what is left of us but a name on a card somewhere? ! lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 7, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, October 13, 2006


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