coyote

heading out

your heart beating in your head. riding on the texas wind. raise your feet as you cross the state line. waking up

the mesa

sun

and the sky. all the way to tucumcari

and santa fe seems

a stone's throw away. coyote. coming down

the phoenix sun on your face. turns it red by the afternoon. and to the right

the grand canyon is wide. sing along

the needle skips in the wind. count the stars of death valley. and in the dark

barstow starts to fade. coyote.