SO WHERE IS IT?

 

the light at the end of the wharf

shines beyond mathematics

Stonehenge winter solstice

through the windshield

of my tan 57 Chevy truck

 

 

sipping hot green tea from the thermos

while the engine clears its throat

doves that live in the tree over our driveway

are looking on calmly

you know?

thinking what

we just sit for awhile