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Driving Home From Work
Time lingers over the stagnant bayou
Of my eighteenth year
City noise trudge through my ears
As the humid swamp air of boredom
Creeps out of the air condition vents
The subtle smells of the tense crowd
Offset by their captive silence
Project a discomfort that clings
Like the summer heat outside
The highways swarm with people
Like so many mosquitoes
Urban Green Space
Bike and rider cutting through the bayou
A beam of fresh light
My mind flies out with the bats
From under Obligation Bridge
Daytime drudgery is blown away
With the night breeze
A few clean stars now shine
Through a dirty purple sky
The city’s spasm of activity
Eases to a mere tremor
Peace, riding this bike
Until it is blocked
By the wall of a Suburban.
Christmas Eve 2003
A rare snow falls
Precious as cash in this city
Covering the plastic toys
Celebrated tomorrow
Three inches of snow at Galveston
Covering the palm trees
The foreign glitter of snow drives the city out
Of their houses to grasp the cold
The people are connected in the strangeness
But in the morning they are all inside again
An unidentified E-bay buyer has agreed to pay 92 dollars for a chunk of Christmas snow from Houston
---Houston Chronicle (1/12/05)