So we were settling in.
our orchard tenant shack here
like Snyder’s place in Dharma Bums
out back of a holy family’s
out toward the birds
and simple
like the long-legged house
of Wendell Berry’s uncle
close to nature
beside the river
Noz [our black cat, half-Siamese] goes berserk when we’re not home: rolled a geode across the floor and ripping caulking from the windows …
Noted on 15:VIII:77: Kitty received notice of her in-state status today. Next up, $50 in the mail to Central.
A week later: With Celeste over Saturday night.
And then we to Seattle Sunday: dinner at Costas [my delight at souvlaki?}, then a movie house of 99 seats, lobby three times larger than the viewing room …
In the morning, my wishing Kitty would say something profound rather than weeping over a slender girl or some fine threads …
Back in our desert orchard:
Tarts baked in stars
So hot that apples sunburn
and I’d thought Ivar’ was joking
~*~
From Spiralbound Cascadia with commentary.
Jnana's Red Barn 