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