Feels like I’m walking with old friends, blue stem and switch and indian grass, I see them as I pass, under a sky blue, and they are my companions again as in my prairie past, I stretch out my arm, open my hand, and let the stems slip through my fingers, until at last, I take a seat on the land, take a spot on the earth, and like every other time, it feels like a rebirth


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