Careening down Highway 84
in sweet parabolic arcs
through the kaleidescope of a midsummer’s day
The air is ripe with woodsmoke, horse and eucalyptus
while the roar of wind and a chattering freewheel
fills my ears.
This morning, to say “I am alive”
is to say “Life is beautiful”
(Sep 2004)
David Pablo Cohn 