“Summer Daze,” New Era, July 1999, 51
The meaning of life was most often discussed
(though never discovered)
As we sat on the trestle,
Dangling naked feet into meters of air.
Musical rushing water below
And wind-chime dancing leaves above
Made quiet and solitude complete.
Turned toasty brown,
As we plunked round pebbles
Into the river’s laughing arms.