Pulled over on the highway,huddled on the berm,eyes skyward,reverent--Distant cheers,toddler shrieking in Spanishas fog meets fireworks contrailsin thunderheadsroiling over farmlandsresemblingthe day after--So many cars criss-crosscornfieldson sleepy roads,one wonders where they all came from,to whom they return--People who know better.
Flash 55 in the Imaginary Garden
