“Who were you?” (I ask the younger me)
“You, but not completely,” he says
I didn’t want to look at him anymore, you know
I didn’t want to hear his words, as foolish
As I already knew him to be
Late afternoon, dust mites
Float in the softly sunlit room
James Lee Jobe
Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.
Alice Walker
I can get winded just walking to the end of yard
And that’s too bad
If I were able I would walk
From one end of the Sacramento Valley
To the other
Step after step on the flat earth
In some areas I would even close my eyes
James Lee Jobe
I don't paint things. I only paint the difference between things.
Henri Matisse
Spring is here once again
Let us plant our life stories
Across the farm lands in our valley
And as these tales grow
Let our connection to the earth grow
Our stories, our valley, our lives
The tools and work of being human
James Lee Jobe
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