{As many of you know, Paco is a poet. At the old farm back West he wrote in his Bower of Love, but here he was a bit lost since he had no private writing spot. I created an area for him in The Wood and I was so happy to see he is writing again}
I hear the leaves as they lay
Together
I stand to their right, left and front and center
But the road people rush
Their vibrations shove the air
Leaves scatter
It will take me all day to place my feet
Right, left, front and center of them
There’s a sun beam
On a dirt patch
I’ll wait for them there
