her calves
crumpled around
thick ankles
we still hear the sssswish
of her silk stockings
red squirrels
on top of the cliff
I focus
on the polar bear
at the bottom
you opened
the cage in my chest
to freedom
every wilding answers
when wanderlust calls
Oceans of Prairie
setting sail
from desolate crofts
to prairie farms
Gaelic songs resounding
all the way to paradise
hardscrabble men
racing toy sailboats
across sloughs
for a moment, at home
once more on the water
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