Home by back roads from North Columbia
In the warm mizzling April dark
Mazda floating on headlight mists
Wet gravel turns & straights-
Glimpse of pinetops
Band of moonlight over the dim pastures-
Coasting the river canyons
I caught the ninth inning
A fuzzy faraway Giants game
Fade out by the bridge-
I stopped in the middle
Killed the engine
Leaned on the rail
In the huge imponderable beauty
Of deep Yuba night
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This poem effectively captures a moment in time and makes us wish we could have shared it.