© 1998 Stephen L. Spanoudis, all rights reserved worldwide
- Every morning, and every evening,
- I gaze to the west,
- As I drive along the road to work at dawn,
- Or weave my way through the cars
- flowing slowly home from work.
- To the west lies
- Nothing more.
- Tall and slender and razor sharp.
- Miles of it.
- An ocean of grass flowing slowly southward,
- Past alligators waiting patiently
- For dinner to swim by.