Opening Gambit Poem by Michael McGriff

Opening Gambit



Two decommissioned highways cross
and continue toward their borders
with the casual certainty
the dead carry in their sample cases.
Leaning against the wind
I notice tufts of fur in the air
and a driveshaft rising from the sand,
then the horsehair of a violinist's bow
drawn steadily across my neck.

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Michael McGriff

Michael McGriff

United States / Oregon
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