Vol. VIII, No. 3, 1995


Last Look



When we drive in the mist to town together
this morning, my four-year-old son
and I, he stays very quiet, and I don't know whether
he's thinking about something he's seen
out the fogged window, some other
time, Or only of what he soon
must do: take his coat off, kiss me goodbye,
become himself alone for one more day.

-- from Beginnings, by Michael Burns


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