Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

My Father’s Voice — William O. Burns

My father’s voice sounds Like a car without a muffler. He is reading me poems, Poems about me. I think about when I was ten years old, When at 11:00 one night, I stood at the edge of our diving board, Waiting for him to request a dive, The air was chilly, And the board … Continue reading