Our earliest recollections are often imprinted in our memories because they were associated with some kind of stress. Here, in an untitled poem, the Nebraska state poet, William Kloefkorn, brings back a difficult moment from many years before, and makes a late confession.
- Ted Kooser
I stand alone at the foot
Of my father's grave,
Trembling to tell:
The door to the granary is open,
And someone lost the bucket
To the well.
Ted Kooser served as United States poet laureate from 2004 to 2006. Reprinted from "Alvin Turner As Farmer," Logan House, 2004, by permission of the author and publisher. This column does not accept unsolicited manuscripts.