A FLOOD

One day

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,

coasting along Main Street

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.