Last week was another year since my father died. He was a veteran, and then taught history.

sunrise
after the storm . . .
glistening lake-waves
branches coated with ice
and a crow cawing

after the storm
driftwood washes to shore
from other places . . .
what we let go
what we keep

Karl took this photo on March 24, 2011. I wrote the poem the same day.

Lake Michigan
Oostburg, Wisconsin