The final cloud drifts away.

"Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself."

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

I live in the valley of the big sky

A land of farm and field

Bird of prey above

Rattlesnake below

(We humans are far more dangerous)

Here time exists like a person

Here time is a man in work boots

Toiling in the earth

And praising the rain and sun

Life is what we build

And what we build  we live

James Lee Jobe

The last of the geese leave the cold sky  

And the final cloud drifts away  

All is blue and empty  

Wonderfully still  

An old poet looking up  

James Lee Jobe  

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