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Peaceful tableau

Waiting to cross the border into Washington state
rain lightly started to ping my motorcycle helmet and hands
prejudgement that it’s unwanted was promptly replaced
I could be at work in Massachusetts
or glory in this flowery place.

The tow truck arrived near Indiantown
I awoke as Rip Van Winkle had
hours earlier I called for the motorcycle flat
then reposed for an afternoon nap
on sun-dappled grass of a hunter’s camp.