When you drive the freeways that border
Houston at odd hours of the night,
the dark tucks you in, quiet
except for the wind beside your window.
connect places like Pearland
The in between blotted out
by dark green bushels of trees.
In the daytime, haze
leads your eye out to the refineries,
skinny little pipes
emitting white air.
The land is flat and soggy,
the coastal plain leaving rain little room to seep.