Texas, crossing the vast plains
of green beautiful
grass like I've never seen before
in dark pathces amidst the
light
mirrored by the occasional
clouds in the otherwise
blue sky
as the sun begins to set
throwing its beams
down through the
brief angel pillows
at its lover
grass also interspersed
with sunset silhouetted
CHURNING CHURNING
rusty steel oil pumps!
too distant to be audible
stark contrast to
everyting else paradise
and we just keep driving
till we hit the coast
endless strecthing to endless
waiting for a ferry
Whitman never crossed
the sun drifting farther
asleep
as seagulls dance and
children play soccer
while they, too, wait
the last time I saw
the ocean was in Maine
how many thousand miles
away
a different coast
a different world
as the ferry approaches
and an old grey-bearded
man walks just as
slowly by
autisticly and sorting through
the garbage
of a million motorists
one driver
hands him some change
while another throws
some bread to the seagulls

08/06/2002

Posted on 08/06/2002
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