Digging for those bones.

Vincent van Gogh - The bridge in the rain, 1887

california farmlands 

summer 

one drop of rain 

and an orchard grows 

two drops of rain 

and the tomato crop comes in 

three drops of rain 

and we rise up in the sky 

ascending like christians 

think that they will 

here in the big valley 

rain is more powerful 

than jesus 

james lee jobe

It is surely a great calamity for a human being to have no obsessions. 

Robert Bly

peace be upon the sacramento valley 

                         my home 

peace be upon the sacramento river 

                        and tributaries 

peace be upon that which grows 

                        and lives there

                        flora and fauna

                        the people 

may the earth be healed of her scars 

                        and wounds 

may the passing years be filled 

                        with healing and life 

may it be so 

james lee jobe 

Umberto Brunelleschi

want of your hands

for want of your hands I open the darkness

that sleeps past the hot edge of the candle

this desire smells of pine trees    salt water

and death   or life    I can never decide which

the dogs are digging for those bones that they think

they remember and then their fur turns into rain

words can be like that    a glimpse of an angel    fog

in the trees the smell of desire     the want of your hands

james lee jobe

We have to talk about liberating minds as well as liberating society. 

Angela Davis

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