A couple weeks ago, I went to hear poet Keith Taylor talk about poetry. It was a great night. A few years ago, I had the privilege of doing a poetry reading with Keith. He was funny and insightful and humble that day, and he hasn't changed at all.
Keith Taylor is the Poet of the Week, and tonight's poem comes from my new favorite poetry collection, The Bird-while. I spent most of today traveling through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, along Lake Superior and Lake Michigan. Saw some cranes. Lots of spruce and jack pine. Water. Waves and waves and waves.
As I was driving, Saint Marty thought a lot about Keith Taylor's poems.
by: Keith Taylor
After long walks down sandy power-line cuts
for wolf tracks
of a pile of scat on a trail to the bog
turd-shaped clumps of deer fur
with ragged pieces of bone.