it could be how you feel for janet
john grey
or maybe it's some
place where you can
pull over to the side
of the interstate,
where that highway
is the odd man out,
just desert on one side
and on the other,
same thing, only it rolls
up into mauntains, and whereas once it
was tar beneath wheels
that took your breath away,
now it's what those
wheels would have you miss...
this land, like it was
before man, like it is
with you, so lizard still,
so glad you have
no words for this,
so awed by space,
by how, with all the time
in the world,
it is so unlike
what you know of time