We are tired quiet in the car
talked out
compulsive concerns aired
looming third rail.

In the valley mountains rise siblings unknown

They corral wild horses here,
for adoption I don’t suppose
I could take one
home.

We speed to see
the sun set the lake
water never escapes
terminal end of Tahoe’s tears
evaporating.

“Tufahs” rise
towers
calcium carbonate
underground springs
bubbling up
minerals deposited out.

As the lake level fell,
the deposits stopped
became exposed
around the lake
marking places where fresh water escaped.

The cartography of what is underneath
what once was full ocean
now this.

Break neck speeds
cars explore narrow roads of near collisions
bubbling up ourselves
futures yet
unknown.

Once wild
horses
feed at trophs

At a light a man dances
an intersection
holding an ad.

We move cautiously
across this connection
towards fresh water
amidst termination.