your heart beating in your head. riding on the texas wind. raise your feet as you cross the state line. waking up
and the sky. all the way to tucumcari
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.