12 summers ago I drove across Canada with a former boyfriend. It was a cross off of my bucket list and I wrote from time to time in a small handmade journal. This poem came from watching rolling hills somewhere in Saskatchewan, the above photo didn't.
July 31, 1999
in her golden dress
she dances on the clouds
the vast blue is her blanket
the rolling hills her home
she is the prairie
nourishment's name
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