The weeping willow down the road is praying over the slow and transparent river.
They sky is wind swept and my dreams are a vision of a true present
I've been walking down the woods listening to the familiar sound that since my childhood are part of me...
I've …

Raymond Carver - Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year

October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen
I study my father's embarrassed young man's face.
Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string
of spiny yellow perch, in the other
a bottle of …