“in the dirt on the floor beneath the fuse box” by Michael Estabrook
I look
underneath the bench,
behind trash barrels, in all
the dark corners, finding it
finally, its edges
gnawed, I imagine rather frantically, a
solitary mouse tail
lying
alongside.
| Michael Estabrook is a baby boomer who began getting his poetry published in the late 1980s. Over the years he has published 15 poetry chapbooks, his most recent entitled When the Muse Speaks. His interests include history, art, music, theatre, opera, and his wife who just happens to be the most beautiful woman he has ever known. |