The blue stem tall grasses surround me
A jaybird calls
from a distant
scrub tree
His mate returns the call.
I am thinking of my mother
I think she found jaybirds a bit annoying.
My brother calls,
his voice
and earthly vision
soothe.
we talk of goat feed
we talk of gifts given
and art through the ages.
The jaybirds flew away, the grasses move slowly.
Life.