Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Poem Of The Day (w/link)
"But I kept going. Went a long way without stopping. Left the dogs my friends, behind. Nevertheless, when I did show my face at that house again months, or years, later, driving a different car, she wept when she saw me at the door. Sober. Dressed in a clean shirt, pants and boots. Her last hope blasted. She didn’t have a thing to hope for anymore." ---Raymond Carver, 'Hope'