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The air in a beloved library. The cold brightness of a last kiss. A hawk circling a mountain. A silent house remembering its past. The memories of sisters and brothers and children now grown. The curiosity and passion of new love. The pain of loss. With humor, candor and a wisdom only “the experience of years” can bestow, John DesCamp gives us his lyric meditations on middle age; that time between old age and our prime “…. between our gray desert and the former chaos of mind and body.” His poems pay tribute to a profound, essential truth: moment to moment, “It’s a new world again,/ right here, right now, every second/ flooded with God’s green beauty.”
-Paulann Petersen, Oregon Poet Laureate
