Badlands from Animal Poem by Anna Tivel

driving through the badlands, you were talking about time
all those strange formations making shadows, you followed
the purple of the ages and the painted yellow lines
a photo never catches what you're after, it's further

easy does it lead foot, you've got miles to get it right
look at all those silver hubcaps spinning, the wind sends
a thousand birds in startled waves reversing through the sky
then emptiness right after that explosion

sweet understanding, the sky is on fire above the badlands
and when you least expect it, you're gonna find yourself traveling alone

sediment and sandstone, there's a coyote on the rise
lonely as a figure in a painting, it's painful
you learn it all so slow, you'll be gone before you're wise
but maybe it's the highway that will change you

sweet understanding, the sky is on fire above the badlands
and when you least expect it, you're gonna find yourself traveling alone

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