Berkeley Bound

Screaming down

Three lanes of asphalt

Brown skies

Calling of days gone by.


A meal of nerves

Gotta go go get there

And hurry back.


Most people fear the woods

But it’s here

That every move and sound

Alerts my senses.


There’s a lot more animals here

Rabid and biting

Than in any forest glen.               Oct. 8, 1989