on the roof we talk solar he, with laugh large and soft like a morning sun and eyes like the dusty glint off glass gentle, not harsh ten minutes later we’re ten pages into the open book of his life and a couples pages into mine eventually, the facts, the numbers the thousands of dollars start to skitter around our feet they seem annoying compared to the feeling of an old friend cloaked as a salesman on a white roof sometimes an unexpected transaction outbids the o

if nature only followed Darwin’s survival of the fittest, why are the leaves of fall red, yellow, gold and orange why are rainbows even more colorful than leaves? and how does a bloodthirsty wolf become the shih-tzu cuddling on my lap and explain why love, that helps us endure life and face death never dies

birds who can’t carry a tune still practice without judgment, the song of their species most seem to stay busy - hunt for food, build a nest feed and defend their young ravens, on the other hand ignore time, hang out in trees watch us walk by, often laughing they have also learned the art of complaining, that hurts the ears till even the rest of their kind fly off there’s another bird I know, with lots of free time, claims no melody, and whines and grumbles a lot I