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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 12, Number 2, June 2018

Marcyn Del Clements
Claremont, California, USA

Dream of the Old Dads

They drop me off in the Old Dad Mountains. Widowed and orphaned. I walk out into the flat desert night, lugging my suitcase and my bedroll. Where will I sleep tonight? The black night salted with stars. I turn my face to the west; I’ll sleep here where ragged hills muscle down behind me. Rick and I used to go here, where spring streams trickle down into vernal pools and the black swallowtail nectars on sand verbena. Where bighorn sheep kick rocks out that rumble down into the arroyos behind us. Here I shake out my bag and snuggle in beneath the cliffs of the Old Dads.

Orion steadily
moves westward
I search
for the Dog Star
before I can sleep



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