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Departure
A poem for transition
Departure
By Walter Rice
I left the Cascades in late September
when the sun was sliding south
and the chill of the night hugged the timber.
The first rain after a long drought
was snow higher up. Mount Jefferson
put on its winter coat, and I began
thinking of wearing mine again.
My last day there, the red salmon
were swimming home to spawn.
I drove to the valley, but wasn’t gone.







