Day 47 – Between the Badlands and the Rockies

Highways lead us on
but memories drag us back.
Sun bakes harsh, arid lands,
given as compensation to those
who came before us –
let the ones who take over from us
be kinder than we were.

Habit breeds contempt
but so do days trapped on a bus,
rocking with motion sickness,
a pocketful of dusty candy
the only sustenance
till changing over in Colorado Springs.

May the sun go down soon,
may the battery last,
may the passionate ones survive,
may I set foot on land once more,
and may you be there to greet me.


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