
a string of red lights
brakes reacting to the sun’s
“surprise, here I am”

a string of red lights
brakes reacting to the sun’s
“surprise, here I am”

ever so slowly
jet contrail crossing the sky
ten miles a minute
brilliant tints of dawn
reflecting from birds in flight
lifting one’s spirit

oppressive the clouds
pressing in everywhere
winter on the march
taking outside lane
slingshotting around the curve
the small joys in life