driving due west
   at day's end,

the sun too low for visors,
   an angry sun, 
      flaring in one's sunglasses.

the interminable tick-tocks
    it takes for the sun to drop
      down behind the mountains.

oh, how one wishes
    the sun would disappear,

even though, having driven all day,
    there's something demoralizing
      about knowing you require a couple
      more hours of dark drive time 
      before pulling into a motel.

such a big country, 
    so much West remains.