the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us.

    On the mexican radio station

    they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos

    and that is exactly it tonight.

    The spirit of my dreams

    rises in the storm like vapor.

    Deep clouds bulge together and below them

    we are a tiny constellation of lights

    the car laid under sheets of lightning

    moving straight in to the night.

    Before us are miles and miles of water and wind