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Highway 84

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)