Thursday, June 5, 2014

Zaca

Jangling down that beach road
in the old Baja beater

no windows    no doors
all gauges broken or missing

A part of the sky & mountains

Spontaneous laughter
Rolls out of my throat

Giddy
At my vastly improbable fortune
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