Listening to Joni and Dylan on Highway 91 

The sunlight on the trees looks like a pre-schooler discovered 

The red, orange, and yellow section of his Crayola box

 “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got 

Till it’s gone” 

But not today

And I think of God…

And I think of you

I always think of you when I’m driving 

And I imagine heaven must feel something like this 

Waking up to a mid-October morning 

With you beside me