
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

don’t tell anyone
where you see the sun going
or go following
brilliant tints of dawn
reflecting from birds in flight
lifting one’s spirit

stripped of vanity
learning to appreciate
all things as graces