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Driving through
the snow-covered high
desert,
top down,
sun in my face,
wind blasting,
splitting my lips,
running my nose,
rocking to the radio,
I can’t help but look around,
see the mountain vistas,
throw my both my hands
high
in the air,
surf the wind,
yell “YEAAAAAAAAYHHHHHH!!!!”
and cry with unspeakable joy.
Damn, I’m happy!
And look!
There’s an American flag :-)!!!
The work of man’s hands/
can be blown away quickly,/
like a thistle’s down.
The work of man’s hands/
can be buried quickly, like/
down on the thistle.
Random things which make/
me happy: a profession/
of love on highways.
Driving home late night,/
I zoom ’round a round-about/
twice, fast, rockin’ “YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”
When I get stood up/
on a date, I can always/
do open mic poems.
Saint Francis hoodie,/
backwards collar and a true/
Buddha belly. Pray.
I can sit/
in the Walmart/
parking lot,
top down rockin’,/
and make people happy.
Slow freeway traffic/
in my ragtop means I can/
watch sun- and moon-set.
Some might see, smiling,/
a thumbnail moon, but I see/
a black empty hole.
I gazed past the legs/
of Don Quixote to hear/
Messiah’s surprise.