I give you 10 silver stars
(silver, being yards better than gold.)!
The mountain pass
barely wide enough for a
full-size car. We get out
for pictures:
one of us smoking on a tree stump;
another, a giant
among redwoods.
And now,
heaven before me,
I have spent last week or since Monday
in a new place.
Daisies rush to be golden.
I give you 10 silver stars.
