Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

The Changeling's Wife - Poem by Mike Finley

i am like the piano you play
that always falters up ahead

a man but also a dog needing
something to be brave for

i praise the day you gutted ths fish,
zipped away the offending spine

pull me to bed with you tonight
let me sleep this curiosity off

the way the lion feels for his mate
when she brings him red meat

it's the love of the dog sleeping
curled at the monastery gate


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  • (5/2/2006 7:08:00 AM)

    Short and sweet Mike, just bite size enough for this ADHD sufferer. It is good that some men learn, well I hope you did anyway. 10 from Tai, without her claws (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 17, 2006

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