In honor of my father. A rainstorm had come to Tulsa, breaking this seemingly young branch. I gasped when I found it along the river’s path.

My heart pounded with fear and sorrow. “Yes, it’s my father,” I said. The leaves and vines already overtaking it-burying it. Will his memory live on? Does he matter to the world?

Originally painted in 1989.

• 5.75" x 4.38" laser print on archival paper.

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