The Adirondack Review
Recently Returned from Europe I Am Living with My Dad


One Sunday afternoon
I suggest we go to the farm
and shoot his .45.  It is late
October and kind of cool,

so I put on a windbreaker
I haven't worn in years.
On the way there, I rub
cotton in my jacket pocket.

He told me to bring balls
to put in our ears.  We drive
behind a barn.  At the edge
of a stubbly cornfield,

in front of a backwater pond,
he picks up a coffee can,
and I throw it out far.
The first time I shoot short,

and he shoots long.
The next squeeze, I blow it
out of the water.  We laugh
and shoot up the day's end.

Daniel Saalfeld







The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
As a Fulbright scholar for the 2006-2007 academic year, DANIEL SAALFELD is lecturing on Modern and Contemporary American poetry at Volgograd State University in Russia.  His poems have appeared in MARGIE, South Dakota Review, North Carolina Literary Review, The Southeast Review, William and Mary Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and The Seattle Review.  In the U.S., he teaches at The Catholic University of America.