This summer I breathed with you
Past a thousand miles of dead volcanoes
To where the night was a room
Unlit by our lamps.

An owl had outfaced us
Across an empty highway
Flapped into mastered dark
Left us onrushing helplessly.

We stopped just once to argue
About time and commerce.
You had the money but I had the keys
And after that we drove on together.

Image: Mt. Washington, by Darryll DeCoster, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC 2.0) license; Night driving, by Flickr user waldopepper, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC 2.0) license.