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Poem for Friday and Great Falls Animals

Forgiving Our Fathers
By Dick Lourie

maybe in a dream: he's in your power
you twist his arm but you're not sure it was
he that stole your money you feel calmer
and you decide to let him go free

or he's the one (as in a dream of mine)
I must pull from the water but I never
knew it or wouldn't have done it until
I saw the street-theater play so close up
I was moved to actions I'd never before taken

maybe for leaving us too often or
forever when we were little maybe
for scaring us with unexpected rage
or making us nervous because there seemed
never to be any rage there at all

for marrying or not marrying our mothers
for divorcing or not divorcing our mothers
and shall we forgive them for their excesses
of warmth or coldness shall we forgive them

for pushing or leaning for shutting doors
for speaking only through layers of cloth
or never speaking or never being silent

in our age or in theirs or in their deaths
saying it to them or not saying it -
if we forgive our fathers what is left


I have been threatening Daniel all week with misery and abuse and today I carried out my threat, dragging him clothes shopping. He needed new shorts whether he was ever going to admit it or not. I was nice and let him sleep late because I wanted to run out to the first day of the Vera Bradley sale at Tiara, but I ended up not buying anything -- I need a dark-colored crossbody bag big enough to carry my camera, Kindle, phone, and wallet and nothing fit those requirements perfectly -- then I came home, dragged Daniel out of bed, ate lunch and took him to Kohl's. After such torment I also took him out for ice cream.

It was a three-bunny, one-deer afternoon in the woods, which were warm and humid and feeling very much like summer. We had Indian food for dinner, watched the DS9 episode I need to review this week, then watched the series finale of Awake, which was pretty devastating; I wasn't really expecting a resolution that would also lead to a happy ending, just one that would tie up the storylines and let Michael understand what had happened to him. I am still not positive whether we were looking at multiple realities or a man who experienced a psychotic break (which I assume has to do with the fact that they weren't sure if they were coming back when they filmed the finale, but that ending could be interpreted either way).

Here are photos of animals at Great Falls last weekend, with older goslings, turtles, a large moth, and two skinks:


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