junk drawer
michael hill
Though not exactly large,
it still contains multitudes,
something I’m reminded of
every time I wrestle it open
in search of one essential item
or another like, say, a checkbook
or a nine-volt battery, maybe
a clothespin. And when I do,
I never fail to be amazed
by what else I discover:
old cell phones, headlamps,
an emerald green ashtray,
tiny screwdrivers, rubber bands,
an uncoupled walkie-talkie.
Surely, I think, there’s a poem
in here somewhere.
Michael Hill's poems have appeared in Midwestern Gothic, Concho River Review, Third Wednesday, Gray’s Sporting Journal, Dunes Review, Barstow & Grand, The Flyfish Journal, Sheepshead Review and other fine publications. He grew up in Western Wisconsin and currently lives in Northern Colorado.