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First Line: Remember the night you got drunk / and shot the roses?
Last Line: For the archerís bow to become a violin
Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; Fathers; Guns; Drunkards; Alcohol Abuse


Remember the night you got drunk
and shot the roses?
You were a perfect stranger, Father,
even my bad sister cried.

Some other gravity,
not death or luck,
drew fish out of the sea
and started them panting.

The fish became a man.
The archer's bow became a violin.
I remember the night you searched the sofa
for change

and wept on the telephone.
Some other gravity,
not time or entropy,
pulled the knife down for centuries.

The archers dropped their bows,
harmless as pine needles in the snow.
The knife became a plow
and entered the earth, Father.

Later it became a boat
and some other things --
It isn't a dream but it takes a long time,
for the archer's bow to become a violin.


Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA
98368-0271, www.cc.press.org




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