Don't fill up on bread I say absent-mindedly The servings here are huge My son, whose hair may be receding a bit, says Did you really just say that to me? What he doesn't know is that when we're walking together, when we get to the curb I sometimes start to reach for his hand
from Poetry Northwest, Volume XLI, No. 3, Autumn 2000
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Copyright 2001 by Robert Hershon.
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Robert Hershon (1936- ) is the author of thirteen poetry collections, including Goldfish and Rose (Hang Loose Press, 2013).