by Richard Hoffman

The fish I caught
I called rainbows.
I was wrong.

They were promises.
I call them memories
now, downstream.

I am not fooling.
I have brought it all.
Nothing is lost.

That broken boy,
suddenly brotherless,
alone by the brook,

I have tried
to make him a life
to look forward to.



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Richard Hoffman has published four volumes of poetry, Without Paradise; Gold Star Road, winner of the Barrow Street Press Poetry Prize and the Sheila Motton Award; Emblem; and Noon until Night. His other books include the memoirs Half the House and Love & Fury, and the story collection Interference and Other Stories. He is Senior Writer in Residence at Emerson College and an Adjunct Assistant Professor at Columbia University.