The horizon's clear, unclouded nor hazy,
and Ina Coolbrith's poet's corner view
from Mt. Tam to Diablo is unblemished blue.
This walk's not one for the weak or lazy;
our dragged scooter scraped as up-hill we huffed--
it's fine on the flats, but there's few enough,
and daring to ride downhill'd be crazy.
