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