this is what's on the other side of the fence along the Buck Yards....that acre that a while back i talked about maybe buying if ever any money comes from the Old Cowboy. Buy it only because Charlotte who owns it has begun thinking of selling it. None of her kids wants it. She moved to Magdalena to land of her parents acres some years ago and it was rented for a while by some good people and their children but that didn't work out and it's been empty for maybe what, 4 years? Falling apart. Like stuff does here unless little things are constantly done to undo what Wind does. That dead tree was a flourishing cottonwood. The renting family grey watered and it went to the tree and to a vegetable garden they had. It's probably crazy to buy it. She wants a lot. But remember, i said i wanted it as a Buffer. It would mean this whole end of the road would be me. Hmmm. I think about that. But it would mean that people with loud music and party energy wouldn't be there. It would mean that the Buck Goats would be able to live their stinky little lives without offending anyone and that causing trouble. Trouble. Don't need Trouble. Anyway, that trailer, a big one, is imploding. Needs to be GONE. But, as i passed it today on the way to the post office is Saw THEM again...how amazing.....
Charlotte's grandma's Rosebush cutting, now a bramble of BRANCHES, thick, mostly barren but there today, still, blooming. Had it been pruned, it might almost be a tree...
so i hold this in my heart tonight.
and that crack in the Sky....i saw today....what comes from it is
Crows
many many crows.
