Know how the sprinklers trace great oaks Boned up again It's like a curse I hold Tracing the trim white lines To the sewers and drains To the rivers and lakes To evaporate and return as rain We barrelled a car across the state Wore out our tapes Halted on salted brakes (?) Between receding lights The wind clicked through the breeze The alternator's shot The dashboard lights shut off The car was dark We began to freeze We drummed our hands on our knees A tuneless tomb marked for home Came through rythm free