This simpler house provides the meaning
To days and weeks and months and years:
I hear coyotes’ crafty keening
Regale the hills. I watch the bears
Awake in spring to feast and famine
Astride the banks and pawing salmon,
A chance to tip the slippery scales.
I watch the baleful breech of whales
From deep beyond what depth imagines –
An eagle spins a thermal wheel
As heaven hears the loon and teal
Refrain Seattle’s fire legends…
What starts in serendipity –
Is finished in serotiny.










Thanks JOB.
Did you know that Bruce Lee is also burying there? And Brandon Lee.
I did!
JOB
Nice work. But you remind me of my neighbor who, when I built a humble little treehouse last summer, had to go and outdo mine about ten to one, with a shingled roof, shutters, a retractable staircase. I know you and he can’t help yourselves, but it’s just bad manners dudes.
Alas, I meant no foul nor harm!
If there was any meant, may it only redound to me!
Please for to forgive!
(There’s still plenty to say about the fire, though – so get going. We’re down to our last week!)
JOB
No harm, no foul. I’m just playing the part of the lazy grasshopper hassling the industrious ant. I thought our deadline was mid-August, though.
Did you snap the picture yourself? A quick stopover on your way down to San Diego for a cocktail review assignment?
He’s worth every penny.