Keith Taylor Poems
- Cashier's Dream; The Hunt At that moment, call it the ...
- Prairie Fire Uncertain about the difference between his ...
- At The Living Creche A camel in the church yard on ...
- The Gardener Remembers The gardener sculpts the land to help...
- Statue Of The Blind Girl She listens, not to the green world ...
- The Day After An Ice Storm When it dawns crystalline, ...
- Sea And Rain: Lake Michigan There is a dance at water's ...
Born in British Columbia, Taylor spent his childhood in Alberta and Indiana. After earning an M.A. in English from Central Michigan University, he worked a variety of odd jobs: the co-host of a radio talk show, a house painter, a freight handler, a teacher, a freelance writer. He also worked at Shaman Drum, a leading independent bookstore, for twenty years. He currently lives in Ann Arbor with his wife and daughter and is a professor in the creative writing program at University of Michigan.
His poems have appeared in many journals, including The Ann Arbor Observer, The Chicago Tribune, The Detroit Free Press, The Los Angeles Times, Michigan Quarterly Review, The Notre Dame Review, ' ... more »
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Cashier's Dream; The Hunt
At that moment, call it the float
if you like, but the precise moment
between your giving me the money
and my giving you the merchandise,
the thing you want or need,
for a small profit- a fair profit,
no one's getting rich here,
just enough to buy food or pay
for my children's clothes or the gas bill-
at that moment we have entered
the hunt, the clear air
of early morning- I have not
moved in an hour or more,
not even swallowed in fear
of frightening off the prey...
at that moment I launch
my spear or stone with prayers
that it ...