Note: Someone was singing we are al...

Note: Someone was singing we are all in this world together. There were a certain number of grapes. Someone was feeding sparrows, making them roost on the thumb and eat not at home of the hand if they wanted any forage The sparrows preferred to eat upon the ground. In memory there was a story of a French grandfather who left early in my father's life, mov to Canada, and died from falling off a horse. We were tourists. There were drawn out lines. My mother waited in them. I sat outside and took notes. I musing about the vines that grew in France, then came as cuttings to California, then went back to France