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Prairie Ghazal

Tell me the landscape in which you live,
And I will tell you who you are.
Jose Ortega y Gassett

Emptiness looks like this: a bleached skeleton
of earth and sky, a black backbone of road.
The wind unfastens songs caught in the barbed
wire fence, gives the earth no home.
The loneliness that haunts you is of abandoned farms,
carcass husks, a child walking into the dark.
Your body is a sweet vocabulary I discover
one syllable at a time...bunchgrass, buck brush, bullrushes.
There is joy in the grace notes of the meadowlark,
the triumphant shoots of barley, this wild cartography of longing.

  Rosemary Griebel
Copyright © 2001 Rosemary Griebel
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