September 4, 2000
Swirls of greys and silvers
Mingle with emerald leaves.
Darkness of the night
Washed away by solemn mists.
There, giant camels kneel
Exposing their backs of green.
Here, the mirror shines
Ripples on its black surface.
Ahead is the freeway
Ending in oblivion.
Alongside are cars
Comrades on this lonely path.
'Tis Dawn
Seen while travelling on a freeway.