Two hawks aloft
crows anxious banding together
Carol Ott comes over to my house, likes the warm
weather, November
a California Christmas and maybe species will change
places to reflect that,
paints watercolor ornaments, gentle Jewish lady
how far from her past is she now? or is she quite aware
just not talking about it now
I wonder what she thinks the solution to Israel-Palestine
might be
ask her sitting around the pool next summer
almost always disappointed people haven't given the
single state solution more thought
we discuss Thanksgiving, the cleaning and cooking
before and the cleaning after, then the insane
Christmas potlatch
deciduous trees have a special winter beauty, conifers
among them.
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