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| Art by Nafir of Iran |
A flatness to the earth
That doesn’t require people
But houses us quite well anyway
West of the Sierra Nevada Mountains
The Sacramento Valley seems to be
Ss wide and long as tomorrow
The wind moves like an all powerful goddess
And she whispers to the trees
As they bend in greeting
Our valley is drained by the Sacramento River
And fed by the notion of a vast emptiness
To walk here is to enter the void
The flatness goes on
Tomorrow will arrive in its own good time
Everything has a bright side
If you look closely enough,
Even being very sick
Look at me
Here it is spring already
And I was hardly bothered
With winter
The arthritis in my knees
Has made it rather difficult
To trim my toenails
Is this not the stuff
Of poems
James Lee Jobe
LINK: Parkside & Ocean - a poem by b ferguson
Grief is an ancestor who teaches us to exercise constant and immense gratitude.
Mimi Zhu, “Grief Is an Ancestor”
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