Chatting Amicably

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Chatting Amicably

Eddie and I drove out of the morning mist of the August Catskills

The Quickway to the turnpike and Long Island

A rainbow swarm of hang gliders filled the robin’s egg cloudless sky

Diving fearlessly among the high peaks

The powerful Buick left behind Swan Lake in its wake

Gliding smoothly toward the great city

The fighter pilot and war resister chatting amicably

As the summer heat grew with the morning.