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CLICHÉ


Among the old timers
I tried my hand at similes
after a good slow rain

when it was warm and wet enough
to start the grass, they'd say
“thick as hair on a dog’s back.”



SLOW IN–SLOW OUT


1.

Honed peaks and ridges
cut the clear blue sky
and lagging cumulus rising

between storms,
as we await the tail
of a Bomb Cyclone

predicted for our metal roof
with coffee before daylight—
or so we pray.


2.

Slow in—slow out.
Gray clouds clinging
to the hillsides,

four hundredths all day—
58 high,
52 low after

an all-night soaker
with little runoff
to start the grass.


HYDROCLIMATE WHIPLASH

We trust the rain, 
the early stirring of colored leaves,
our synapses electrified

before it leaks from the gray—
storms absorbed, the darkening
of settled dust as the wet thatch

of old feed folds
to hold the damp explosion
of open-handed cotyledons—

renewed miracles of life,
iridescent greens become tall
heads heavy with seed

to feed ourselves and others,
the wild and tame, crazed and sane
denizens of this planet.

We trust in rain.
We pray for rain
and wait.



CLEAN SLATE

Hunter’s Supermoon – Photo: Robbin’s I-Phone


Inhaling darkness spiked with chilled silence
soothes the synapses, spares the soul
with deep breaths released to space

beyond this combative planet and its grumbling
eruptions, its mindless explosions
of patriotic hatred. Ingesting the cool blackness

purifies a moment, relief on an early morning
clean slate to begin with, to try again
to write something worth reading.

BEFORE IT SLIPS AWAY


With so many holes in my memory
what remains seems like yesterday.

I jettisoned the shameful first,
then turned the irrational loose

to make room for the moment
before it slips away.

EQUINOX


It sounds like a drug
for the infirmed
or a dressing for horses’ hooves

or a government program
to keep poverty alive
and consuming—

it sounds soothing
to the summer-baked subconscious,
a galactic reprieve

before the leaves rain
in gusts
before the first storm

stirs weathered flesh.
Autumnal Equinox
just rolls off the tongue.



FIRST CALVES 2024

September 16, 2024 – #8043 Rocky – Chuck Fry Photo

September 17, 2024 – #8088 – Paregien – JCD Photo

for Age & Source Verification

A little more anticipation, it seems, as we’re calving 2 weeks later hoping to take advantage of cooler weather.

Image

VLM BULL SALE

MATERNITY


Dilated and making bag,
first-calf heifers choose to graze,
closer to our familiar voices

over morning coffee. Perhaps security,
or our loving pride they feel
long distance as we imagine

a pasture full of calves clinging
to a mother’s shadow, the buck and run
as they get older like the thirty years

before them. We begin another season
of grass with rain, with feeding hay
ready to face the future with them.

Power Outages

With 5 different Edison meters for house and pumps, our mailbox has been full of these notices , one for each, for the past three weeks, usually two daily outages per week.  Edison has noticed us for two more outages within the next week as they replace power poles and wire on this five mile stretch of Dry Creek Road.  No power, no AC, no pumps and no water for man or beast during this “Heat Advisory” forecast near 110 degrees.

 

We grin and bear it and try to get along, which means pulling the refrigerator out of its cabinet, unplugging it, then after a few minutes, plugging it back in.  We’ve lost about $800 worth of food thus far, but the freezers have come back on without assistance.  I’ve learned to anticipate the timing of the outage to shut the water off to the house, which would be drained otherwise and filing with air to be compressed when the juice comes back on with pressures high enough to jeopardize our plumbing.

 

The contractors (ParWest) have been great, with the exception of an underground services employee who was driving our firebreaks after he left the gate open to the road for 46 first-calf heifers. He did get an earful.

 

Of course, all this concern comes after PG&E’s bankruptcy when its transmission lines ignited numerous fires in Northern California after which nearly half of the state became a high fire risk area.  Fire insurance doubled or tripled or left homes uninsurable.  Edison will probably lobby the PUC to raise its rates to pay for all this maintenance it should have doing all along.  C’est la vie.