By Guest Poet Blogger Chris Griffin
This poem was written when I was age 24 – in the midst of, and in order to encapsulate, a somewhat fiery yet thrilling relationship. Greg is no more, but the poem remains. It’s as if written in stone – and time.
Accidental (Mount Tamalpais, 1972)
while driving my car
blinked out gregory
wheel grabbed spun out
even off the paved main
thorough farely clung cried
for help was near to
nothing ever fell so
far so
good
Editor: Shelby Armor
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