Highway 99E from Chico

The mallard ducks are down
for the night.  They chuckle
in their sleep and dream of Mexico
and Honduras.  Watercress
nods in the irrigation ditch
and the tules slump forward, heavy
with blackbirds

Rice fields float under the moon.
Even the maple leaves cling
to my windshield.  I tell you Maryann,
I am happy.