we open our chests to the sky

photo: robert frank

​this shirt 

the collar and sleeves are frayed 

the cloth is thin 

and these jeans have some spots

that are worn through 

I have sewn up holes 

in both of these socks too 

in a way the clothes 

match my old body and spirit 

I too am worn and frayed

warm for february 

people in sunlight with no jackets on 

sunlight in our hair
on our faces 

somehow it lessens the sadness of living 

just a little 
it’s a heavy life at times 

shall we open our chests to the sky 

and ask the sunlight to warm our hearts 

shall turn off our electronic devices 

and listen to the chirping of the birds 

as they hop on the grass 

and sing from the trees

yes let's do that 

let us now remove our shoes

and join the birds in the grass 

like children

hard things come in a life 

we cannot change that

but by god we can take a moment 

and enjoy the good things 

the tiny treasures
the joys

-for John Burroughs-

your body 

soft as a pillow

and I am so in need of sleep

james lee jobe

The poet is like a mouse in an enormous cheese excited by how much cheese there is to eat. 

CZESLAW MILOSZ

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