Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

There'll Always Be Working People In My Poems Because I Grew Up With Them, And I Am A Poet Of Memory.

Back Then, I Couldn't Have Left A Poem A Year And Gone Back To It.

For Sure I Once Thought Of Myself As The Poet Who Would Save The Ordinary From Oblivion.

The Irony Is, Going To Work Every Day Became The Subject Of Probably My Best Poetry.