The morning sun shines Sky is golden with blue hues Leaves dance in the wind Summer days are always hot Summer nights are for kissing
Heartless woman breaks Falling through the thick gray fog Lands on thorns and bleeds.
rain falls on water running brook over the rocks plink, can water drown?
A quest for the perfect, take the slow road. Wend your way improvisationally. Resist the mecca. Anchor the sprawling quiet, Bathe in the protected Harbor. The next worthwhile stop is home. At any point: you. [a found poem from a National Parks clipping, page 44]