he was driving to school
when he suddenly started laughing.
He couldn't have told you
why he was laughing.
The daylight along the lovely fields
wasn't especially amusing,
nor was the wind
that was running
among the limbs of the trees.
True, he had been talking to himself --
small, positive sentences
that might become parts of poems,
but the sentences
weren't even worth smiling about.
Still, there he was,
in a car filling up with laughter.
Oddly, it filled so full
that the laughter finally
flowed out the window
and followed a wind over a field
far from his school.