The Country of January

I listened to some Toby Keith today. His duet with Willie Nelson reminds me of organic farming and its anti-historical approach to tomatoes. Heraclitus would have said it best but he changed his mind midstream. That would still be possible today considering the Merrimack River is still open, although rogue ice floes prove that Plato knew a thing or two about January. Lastly, the bird-feeder I bought today is lonely in the backyard awaiting the Greek choir. Their stunning use of whistles mixed with flights of existential sentences has been sorely missed. Even a blue jay and its silly rhyme scheme would be appreciated for a minute or two although a cardinal…. Now that would be something.