Photo by flyhighhg.com.
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.