a brighter dome of sky

Art by Norman E. Masters



SPIN-OFF

(to my grandchildren)

You are the novas,
bits of myself
shed from the soft cast edges of my mind
and all the long gone thoughts of kin and kind.
Beloved ones, spin outward to more perfect space
imprinted "mine".
I will not know your galaxy
except that part conceived
deep in the dreams of heart,
the heart which dreaming with a wanting,
wishful eye, sees far beyond the walls
which square this room of time
into a distant, brighter dome of sky.

        Irene Dodge
        Feb. 22, 1984


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