Election year
Do I want the fool who is President now
Or the idiot who was President before him
I vote for the moon to turn golden
And shine down on us all
I vote for children that sing
And I vote for my doggo
Doggo in the moonlight for President
Let the children sing
Now
James Lee Jobe
Holding on always comes at a cost: primarily disappointment, and peripherally, exhaustion, because things are neither lasting nor dependable. Getting what we want is hard enough, but to keep what we have is impossible.
Vanessa Zuisei Goddard
At day’s end we are blessed with darkness
At night’s end we are blessed with light
All throughout this life we are blessed
With the truth of change
Bless’d change
James Lee Jobe
My whole desire is to burn myself away.
Hāfez
Shivering on the north bank
Putah Creek rolls on under my reflection
The creek moves along
But my reflection remains still
A cold winter morning in Winters, California
James Lee Jobe
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