morning drive

each morning we drive
out of the city, and into the city
passing through a buffer of nowhere
where the soil is moist and relaxed
where the geese take their bath
and they could not care less
that we cross their land on our path

every morning we drive
down the spine on the back
of a giant called Erwin
and he seems to smile in his sleep
when we pass and the county wakes up
under the trotting feet of the horses
let out of their stalls in the fresh morning