“NASCAR” by Mike White

Mike White


Not rolling in liquid fire
or pulled apart by physics.
Not between commercials.

But the way an old dog
noses around and around

some quiet
chosen ground.

from Rattle #32, Winter 2009


Mike White: “I’ll often begin writing a poem on a subject about which I know little or nothing. This is the ‘mucking around’ phase, and sometimes (usually) the poem founders quickly. But at other times, a poem about, say, rodeo clowns, will take a sudden and unexpected turn for the personal, and then I know I have the bull by the horns.”

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