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Sport 39: 2011

Wide open spaces

Wide open spaces

You’ve read Little House on the Prairie
you know the heart’s acre when you see it.

Hidden in swaying grass the little house—
doors hinged with animal hide—secure but not fast.

You think of the girl who wanted to ride bareback
across the prairie—her hair flying loose.

You stride towards the house through grass that folds forward
like a ballerina, or a million ballerinas.

The howling wind is just
a fact of life.