5 November 1985, 3:00 A.M.
Poem
I found out he died
when I got up for water.
My roommate had left a note for me.
The world seemed to fold,
not as colors before a storm,
but as the wings of a bird
over a warm lake, sliding
into the last wound of day.
About the Author
Lance E. Larsen
Lance E. Larsen is a graduate student in English at Brigham Young University.

