Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

Perspective - Poem by Mike Finley

There are no fields
Between the plane
And the ground below.
The farmlands look like
Bandaids, and the little car
On the long skinny highway
Down there looks
Foolproof as a bead
On an abacus wire,
As a button on a thread.

Actually, someone
Full-sized is inside,
And he has to steer
Or he'll go in the ditch.
He could hit his head.
Or worse, miss
His appointment
In a room in one of
The buildings along-
Side the road.

Comments about Perspective by Mike Finley

  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (12/26/2006 10:46:00 AM)

    Bishop Berkeley would be confused by this! But I think it's brilliant. A bit dizzying if you get too far into the swing of it, but presumably that was your intent! Dazzling. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 7, 2007

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