the Morning Tree. Many of her leaves have fallen. an Oak. She is an Oak.
it's Solstice. the shortest day in a year, the least Light. You wake and then it's dark. It's dark now. I was just out to feed the buck Goats while there was light…to see to put feed, Them, to see to eat the feed.
in the middle, i went into Oroville. Oroville. this is where i live now. Not Socorro, New Mex, but Oroville, California. I went because i needed to go to the Post Office to mail Cloths. Stood in line. a long line. and again, though the Post Office at Paradise is now open, people are needing to find their mail. I listened to the man in front of me by two people having a conversation with a man on his way out. They told their stories to each other, of how it was. How it is now. over the top of a woman that had a rose pinned to her collar. i said Thank You for that, your rose, and she smiled and nodded.
leaving town, the town of Oroville, there's TRAFFIC, lots, it's late afternoon Friday before Christmas, i guess? is it the Friday before Christmas?, i think so, and there is lots of traffic and me and my little desert honda make our way in the midst of it and i lucked out, having to stop at a light and just to the right, i can see in a little distance that green building that says Laundromat, the one i will try next and sitting at the next light, i find myself saying….i am in California. This is California. I am in California…….
I am here. I am in California. California. ??????, California. It is Solstice. No matter where you are. Here, the desert, it's Solstice. O. Oh, beloved Earth. My so loved, so so beloved Earth.
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