From this silly spot I sit watching the sun peek
over a ridge covered in olive trees
manzanita
scrub oak
and digger pine.
Just as I'm wandering off
for another cup of coffee
a turkey flies across highway fortynine
over the dogwoods
and into an olive orchard.
Glad I didn't miss the flight,
but now it's off
to make more coffee.
Then maybe I'll have
a chance
to make
a book sale
and watch
turkey vultures
circling the American River.
By: David E. Howerton [03/05/2003]