Sacramento Valley. Dusk.
Another sunset.
Up and out from under the causeway,
The bats take flight. By the thousands.
Higher, above, a red-tail hawk circles the floodplain.
And in the town?
The sounds of knives and forks against plates.
Television sets light the windows.
Define loneliness;
That empty feeling, multiplied by silence.
Your face in the mirror.
Sacramento Valley. Dusk.
Another sunset.
-jobe
Coyote bones bleached white by the sun;
Someone has ceased to live in the moment.
-jobe
Don’t think that your individual actions don’t make a difference. Every little bit helps. Besides, you are modeling for others. Who knows how many people you might inspire?
-Susan Moon
Never miss a good chance to shut up.
-Will Rogers
The future ain't what it used to be.
-Yogi Berra
Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings, by Joy Harjo
VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003
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