I believe that once or twice I’ve commented on the fiction of Jim Harrison. Here’s the beginning of his poem Suzanne Wilson:
Is it better to rake all the leaves
in one’s life into a pile
or leave them scattered? That’s a good question
as questions go, but then they’re easier to burn
in one place.
I’m sure I’m doing Harrison a disservice by not including the whole text (so you get the whole idea), instead leaving it up to you to find a copy of Saving Daylight (2006), page 101, on your own.
Meanwhile, my copy is due back at the library tomorrow….