David M. Harris

In the woods,
boy at his side, stick in one hand,
cigar in the other, he posed
for the picture I am taking.

He watched his good child marry a man
of whom he approved, whom she would
divorce three years later, after
the boy was born.

He wanted to be
a good father and loving husband.
He glared into a mirror.
He saw himself, his father, and me.

He swung an axe,
pulled a saw, hefted the logs
onto the wagon I helped him pull home.

“Wishes” was published in the 2012 edition of The Labletter.

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