the ripples of lake tawakoni

photo by james - flower grown by wife alexandra

daily rising well before dawnÂ
to light the candles
and sit in meditationÂ
life might race passÂ
but for myselfÂ
I far prefer to walk
*
writing very small poems and listeningÂ
              to MozartÂ
from another room I can hearÂ
my wife and granddaughter laughingÂ
              out loud
*
look in these eyesÂ
my empty son Â
I tooÂ
am as empty as youÂ
here comes a new windÂ
for us to ride
into the dark night
*
talking all night long with my father and his brother
campfire coffee with jack daniels whiskey poured inÂ
laughing under the texas stars then sleeping at sunriseÂ
the sunlight shining on the ripples of lake tawakoniÂ
long long ago
james lee jobeÂ

some good reading, james lee jobe
grasshopper
be the keeper of the graveyard
when I dieÂ
Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1828
ripple - playing for change
We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.
Kahlil Gibran

photo by james - flowers grown by wife alexandra
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