Traveling across Iowa

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I’m in Ohio with my two youngest, visiting with Andrew, Sonia and Princess Anya, patiently (more or less) awaiting the birth of the newest royal family member. I promised to share our travels with you, my Gentle Readers, so here are a few reflections from my sketchbook journal:

It’s a dream for me, visually speaking, to be driving across Iowa when there’s a thick layer of snow on the ground.…

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There are mornings when everything brims with promise / even my empty cup

A book on the arm of my chair 
and the morning before me.

Everyone thought I’d die
in my twenties, thirties, forties, fifties.

This can’t go on forever. 
There are mornings
when everything brims with promise,
even my empty cup.

~ Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser. Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry  (Copper Canyon Press.)