Here in the valley,
We have a dry season and a wet season.
By mid-summer I miss the rain very much;
The way the earth absorbs the water to fuel
It's labor to push the trees up for another year.
Not just trees.
Crops. Grass. Weeds.
Everything that grows.
I like too slip across the street to the park
And stand under the massive pines there,
Watching a slow rain fade into the field.
The gravity of a spinning planet
Holds the atmosphere, the weather below that.
The planet circling a star for warmth.
It’s complex, yet simple at the same time.
The pattern of life, nature itself.
Rain. Feeding the very tree above me.
-james lee jobe
My whole desire is to burn myself away.
-Hāfez
art can resemble your grief
or perhaps honor it
but your grief remains what it is
pondering this
as the sun sets into the western hills
and the remaining ashes of my son
sit two rooms away
oh his embrace
-jobe
The world is not my home, I'm just passing through.
-Tom Waits
The President took aim and fired, and the bullet struck the immigrant in the heart. It was a large wound, and from it flowed hopes and dreams. Friend, when you’re shot in the heart and you’ve lost your hopes and dreams, does it matter which side of the border you stand?
America, if you ever had a soul, it’s gone.
-jobe
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
Groucho Marx
I went out at first light and gleaned the final eight peaches from the tree. It had been a good peach season this year, rain, light, and love in equal measure. The birds didn’t ruin too many. The level of sweetness was perfect, and both the size of the peaches and the size of the crop were appropriate. I say eight final peaches, for that was how many I held in my shirt-tail, which I used as a basket, but truly there were nine. That final peach I ate as soon as I plucked it, dew-wet and cool in the morning air. My house was dark and silent, only I was up so early, 5:30 AM. The street was empty as well. Just me, in my 'grove' of three fruit trees. My goodness, it was delicious.
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All Good Things,
james