Michael A. Griffith teaches at Raritan Valley and Mercer County Community Colleges in central NJ. He is the author of three chapbooks of poetry, Bloodline, Exposed, and New Paths to Eden (forthcoming). Recent works appear in Ariel Chart, Impspired, Miletus Literature Review, Pangolin Review, Scarlet Leaf Review, and The Lake. Mike lives near Princeton, NJ.
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Breakfast
Morning light streams gold through bare birch branches and coffee brew steam fills my rich warm kitchen. Out my window birds flash through the birches: red, grey-brown, blue. First spring grubs and seeds are breakfast for them as I turn away, cracking two eggs to make breakfast for me.
March
Snow falls. Late geese fly and call to their flock mates. The sky and snow are one white, one cold, one field. Across my sight, a ghostly cat pads a straight line. Stopping, it meets my eyes, is still, so still, as snow seems to pass through it. It lowers its face then marches on in the cold to a place only it knows.
Losing Vision
My eyes go dark as my heart grows cold as my mind goes to pieces over my fate. I can blame others, I can blame myself, I can blame God but all this blame is blind.
