Sunday, December 11
AN AFTERWORD TO MY FATHER Still the wood I knocked on is the family tree. I'm not a god, I haven't the face for it. Devotion is my disease, or a way out. That accounts for sons, and for everything. Not so much "enough," there is more to be done, yes, and to be done with. You were the sun and the moon. Now darkness loves me; the lights come on. (Marvin Bell)