J U L Y 1 9 9 4 ![]() THE NIGHT WE KNEW FOR SUREby Steven Cramer | |||||||||||||
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The night we knew for sure, I sat with three or four men in a bar, Men who need a drink before they'll speak, Whose voices shrink to mutterings If they touch the cusp of feeling.
Then in walked my dead father,
I knew he'd sit across from me
I knew no one makes the old man see
Copyright © 1994 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; July 1994; The Night We Knew for Sure; Volume 274, No. 1; page 88. |
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