crops growing under warm light

"A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it is not open."

Frank Zappa

You must have taken the wrong road 

You have arrived at a place where people eat filth 

And live in pens 

Like pigs 

The smell is terrible 

You want to go back the way you came 

But the road has one-way traffic only 

There is no going back 

You can stay 

Or travel on 

Those are the choices 

From the pens 

You are called by naked people 

Covered with their own mess 

One of them knows your name 

And says it again and again 

Returning to road 

Feeling lost you slowly begin to walk away 

First the right foot 

Then the left

Then the right again 

Sunlight filters down through the branches of the trees

Sunlight beautiful and warm

James Lee Jobe

Francesca Woodman

No one to be seen

And no one to see me

This valley farmland goes on and on

Peace

The sun at noon

Crops growing in the warm light

As far as the eye can see

James Lee Jobe

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