Thursday, July 28, 2011

Ghost and River

Not that I'm not
Sometimes grateful,
A little bit glad
For this world, filled

With sheer, dire grace.
When I'm driving
Along, alone
With my daughter

Babbling in back,
Down the Ghost
Highway or down
The River Road,

I can see why
God would desire
A little note.
"It's lovely. Thanks."

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