"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Passages--my children

Four children
Scattered like stars
around the skies... .
Each in their own universes
gleaming with inner light.
All different, but akin
to Genesis.
Not light years apart
but gene years close
in spite of journeys
in time and space.
Germany, Colorado, Texas, Iowa.
I watch in wonder and tears,
overflowing in thanksgiving.
Mortality and immortality.


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