The Complexity of Managing Ranch Employees
have you found that simple arithmetic
seems like physics,
or does that not bother you anymore,
only bore you, tire you.
have you finally learned to say,
“this is not my fault.”
have you finally learned
that learning is to save yourself.
On a Winter Walk
Garner some violets,
Teresa said to me,
They are perceptually constant,
Under the trees.
the eucalypti and sycamores
are shrouded in a smoky fog.
Trunks and branches are the horizon,
leaves are ashen sky.
This is good sign,
for fog means moisture,
and it has not rained on Santa Ana
for two months.
The parrots are silent.
Jonathan misses their jazzy symphony.
He hears neither the flute
of the mockingbird
nor the screech
of the baker bird.
He does not see the spread wings
of chimangos overhead,
though one is on the yellow pond
of winter lawn
worming beside a wood dove.
He hears waves crashing
on a shore,
Though that is impossible,
as the sea is 200 kilometers away.
He hears the river lapping
with its salty tongue;
he sees stalks of flamingo legs,
the pink clouds of their bodies
(but the river is thirteen
He tastes the rain
on his outstretched tongue.
He feels cool drops mist his body.
He stands shirtless outside his office,
engulfed in drought
and cold fog,
knowing that the cows are calving
and that they and the horses
are beginning to show their ribs.
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