We walked together tonight,
you and I--
A hundred-seventy years apart,
And yet the sky,
hung heavy with storm,
The river running high
with spring melt,
The south mountain laden
with the lingering white of winter,
The roll of the west hills,
The distant silver sheen
of the Great Salt Lake--
All these still, the same.

This "All", your great discovery
And from this, the Southern Gate of the Bear,
(All, encroached and touched by man);
Tonight, Our perspective,
And too, Jim, now
Also my home.


L. Hawkes
29 March 2005
Beaver Dam

03/29/2005

Author's Note: An evening walk in the North by the river

Posted on 03/30/2005
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