The young woman who had seen the wind in my hair is dead

She had been driving a car we shared

a lifetime ago

And she was just crazy enough to

let me hang part way out of the front passenger seat

(But who had taken the picture that I can still see?)

She’s never been in the car I drive now

She’s never seen my fields of corn

my lakes

the few cows standing apart in the rain

My coast to coast

My sister who saw the wind in my hair & laughed

is dead

Sometimes I can’t believe almost everything is still allowed to happen

I will never again have another day like the ones we used to have

Dispatches from Camping # 1
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