At night signs beside the road guide us home.
A backward glance in the mirror lists the household
chores to do.

On the open road a rush of wind and
rubbed out stain seem like the remains of
a speeding car.  

Please save us from this fate. Recalls moments
stood with a music stand and violin. Joined as
one mind and body vibrating air high
treble clef. Cats eyes receive us

and keep away men in long black coats.
Although this is a local run they are
always adding roads, so you could easily
take the wrong turning.

And find yourself lost.